I thought I kept a relatively uncluttered life and home space ... but apparently, I was deluding myself.
That nifty little trick of finding a niche for everything only serves to hide how much stuff is tucked away. Now its time to pack up and go, I keep get getting those "Oh my God, where did you come from?" or "When and why did I get you?" moments lol.
On the wardrobe front, my stuff's pretty compact as I've gotten used to the "1 In / 1 Out" philosophy over the years. Plus living in Cayman is not exactly conducive to being a shopaholic. Yes, I've got the shoes and handbags that I've loved and nurtured, and which I will be sad to leave behind. I shudder at the thought of no pretty heels for 12 months ... I will surely need therapy when the trip ends lol ... but, needs must.
Anyway, I digress. What I find confounding is all the knick-knacks and 'stuff' that have crept in surreptitiously over time. Pretty little baubles of no real value to anyone else but me; jewelry that I never wear (granted, its not the real McCoy, but still); a bicycle I've ridden 3 times tops (gave up on it when I over-stretched myself one fine day and ended up with a sore butt for a week and calluses on my palms), a BBQ grill that's easy on the eye but rarely fired up; books I have yet to read; exercise gear that seldom get a work out … sadly, the list goes on L
Why does 'acquisition amnesia' set in after the first heady rush of ownership?
So, I'm discovering, discarding and decluttering, and I'm promising myself to go easy on 'stuff' next time round. Its probably a promise I'm going to break ... that blasted amnesia again lol
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