so i finally got down to spring cleaning (大掃除 aka おおそうじ).
to-tidy list for the day: desk & bookshelf
- notes
- books
- knickknacks
to-tidy list for tomorrow: wardrobe
- clothes
- bags
when did we grow so attached to things? things that have little invisible bits of sentiment attached to them, as if the memories will be forgotten the moment i throw them away (although they probably will, given my memory). and the irony is, why am i even hoarding these things when i don't even keep in contact with most people?
every year i try to be heartless and clear out stuff, but it seems like my pile of things never grows smaller. well i succeeded in clearing out a whole pile of ancient christmas cards from people i've not contacted for the past 10 years, but i still found myself with boxes of old letters, travel brochures, notebooks, letter pads, pens that no longer work, random souvenirs...and the list goes on.
i know i am a hoarder, more so than most people. heck, i even hoard bits of ribbon, paper bags, scraps of fabric with nice prints, wrapping paper, magazine cutouts, old clothes...maybe because i see the potential use for them in my craft work. but i'm running out of space to store my buttons and lace and whatnot. it certainly doesn't help that i'm a shopper too. so i buy AND i hoard. like some kind of squirrel that obsessively hoards nuts for winter. but it's not like my survival depends on it. right?
i'm gonna quit this habit.
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