bring on the rain
Since I’m moving at the end of this month, I spent the last few weeks going through my things, clothes, etc and have donated, thrown away, recycled, or upcycled everything I possibly could. Today I unknowingly spent five hours doing this while listening to an audiobook of a thriller I have been meaning to read but couldn’t since I have about three books I’m already in the middle of and the result of my efforts is pretty fucking astounding.
I have successfully simplified my life in so many ways that the air in my apartment feels legitimately lighter. Shelves are bare, boxes stacked neatly in my studio full of books and art supplies that I don’t plan on using before my move in two weeks. Clothes that I kept are neatly hung or folded in their respective places. Extra dishes are packed away so that I have enough to eat, drink and cook with.
The practical application of Occam’s razor works on one’s life as much as it does in rational or theoretical thought.
On Sunday, a friend will be coming by to take away my couch and loveseat, the large bookshelf that currently stands in my studio, coffee table, and a small white entrance table that I found outside my house a year or so ago. All of this furniture I either found or got for free and have outgrown. The things I will come to own in my new apartment will be simple and stylish and far more permanent pieces to add to my life. This sort of makes me feel like I’m aging a bit, but not in a bad way. I’m not saying my life is about buying or owning things, but in a sense I am getting to the point where I want the things I own, few as they may be, to reflect upon my personality a little more.
In addition to the last entry I posted here, I’m still in the same place. I’m well.
Now, bring on the rain because after work I want to curl up in my room with my book and read myself to sleep.