A huge hurdle on the road to minimalism is the decluttering of our living spaces. Whether this refers to a bedroom, a studio, or an entire family home, the journey begins in our daily surroundings. Don't get me wrong, it's common and not necessarily unhealthy to accumulate items over time. Remember those concert ticket stubs that were intended to end up in a photo album you haven't touched since grade school? Or the boutique's worth of scented lotions from people who felt bad not bringing a gift? And what about that pile of clothes you swear you'll mend with the new sewing machine that will instead hid on the top shelf of your storage room for the next five years? Yes, we all have something we justify keeping.
It has been over a month now since I packed up, said my goodbyes, and left the home I have known since the young age of seven. In the months leading up to my departure, I felt tired of the monotony of daily life, frustrated and stressed with the hurdles that life had thrown my way, and I yearned for a change and relief. Of course, this was something I had spoken about for so long that it felt surreal when it finally happened. Many told me not to be too nervous about moving; they said I’d be back before I knew it. After all, I was living in paradise. But I assured them I would not be back soon, if ever. “I’ve done Hawaii, there’s so much more world out there!” I’d explain, confident about my decision. And yet, as I sit at my family’s house now, with foreseen uncertainty, but endless possibility ahead of me, I’m surprised by how much I’m now missing my former life.