I’m cleaning out childhood memories. Old art school projects. Holy panties. Things I don’t need.
I’m leaving in less than a week to go back to the Philippines, then Thailand, but in the mean time, I want to get rid of crap at my parents house. I’ve been a pack rat for way too long… and my coach says clearing out the clutter is good for manifesting abundance… clearing space.
I don’t have storage units. I just have boxes in my parent’s garage, an overflowing closet in my childhood room, everything still in tact. I leave my stuff in places and home bases. I still have a suitcase full in Cebu, where I’ll be going to visit family again by the first week of September. I still have loads of books and clothes, an expired Philippines passport I don’t need since my US passport is better, rain boots with polka dots and my favorite, almost brand new hiking shoes, and random odds and ends in Manila. I’ll probably never get that back because I left that life behind and abruptly ended a relationship.
Other than the messes I leave, I think I could be a minimalist. I pack light. I know how to live off a suitcase. When I knew I was going to be traveling and moving to Asia over three years ago, I got rid of furniture, an XBox360 I won, my guitar, a djembe, one (of two) of my violins… My room was sparse and I was sleeping on a mattress on the floor. It’s probably the cleanest I’ve ever been. That whole year living with roommates, even when I wasn’t preparing to move, was the cleanest time of my life. If you want to stay clean (and by that I mean tidy), just get rid of crap and clutter and stop acquiring any. I left a house and mortgage and discovered my crap was very little compared to my ex. And separating out what was “mine” and “his” looked a little bit unfairly all “his”.
I’d love to live in a tiny house. Some “alternative” living space. Small spaces and modular designs. A treehouse. A hobbit house. I’d love it.
I hate the idea of acquiring furniture. I want my life to fit in as little as a suitcase, with a few boxes here and there for good measure. I like living 2-3 years at a time in one place, and then moving on. It had been 3 years in the Philippines, and it had been 3 years in my past life and relationship too. My concept of life is temporary and I don’t like the process of acquiring. Rather, I love the process of letting go. Life isn’t immortal anyway. Not this tangible life. But maybe our souls.
Maybe someday, I could have my own library, and all my books displayed, outside of their crummy boxes, but for now, I love the semi-nomadic life. And I don’t think that’s going to change any time soon.
Could you live a minimalist lifestyle? Why or why not? OR What does minimalism mean to you in the context of your ideal lifestyle?
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