31 Aug 2012


Everytime I move to a new city, country or into a new apartment, I am amazed at all the junk I collected over time. I am not a fan of clutter. Neither am I a fan of a lot of decor. I like clean, simple lines. But still, I end up throwing away bags and bags of things: cartons, old toothbrushes, socks with holes, make-up I never use, plastic containers, broken bags and a vast amount of paper.

And yet, I had lived with these things. Always there is this notion flittering about in my head: One Day I Might Need This. And you know what, I never do.