Figure 1. Books, DVDs brought back from Brisbane
Earlier this evening, I came across this insightful article by Paul Graham on ’stuff’ and how we all seem to have too much of it. The odds are that we all have too much stuff in our lives. Me included.
In fact, just weeks ago, I was sitting on the floor of my old room in Brisbane shifting through piles of stuff to be sent back to Malaysia. I have to say most of it went to the bin; making me appreciate the stuff which I eventually brought back.
Figure 2. My current workspace – notice the empty cupboards!
Just days ago, I decided to do the same for my room. The Enid Blyton books I collected as a kid were still in the cupboards collecting dust. Clothes I wore since my early highschool years still fit but were very much outdated. All these had to go.
And it did. I once asked Mum. ‘Why does my room have so much storage space?’ I asked. She replied in her ‘I am always right’ tone. ‘Because you’ll need it someday when you grow older, my boy’. Many years later, I guessed she realized that she was wrong. Today, my largest cupboard stores the extra pillows, bed sheets, quilt for all the beds in the house.
I know its disheartening to throw some stuff away especially the ones with ’sentimental value’. What I would suggest you do is to take a photograph for old time’s sake before discarding them away. And if I might suggest again, pass down your stuff to a relative who might appreciate them or donate it to your local charity.
One person’s trash, another person’s treasure.
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less is more. less things you have the more you have of yourself.
u cud pass me ur notebook if u want throw it away
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anonymous: The chances are very slim but I’ll keep you in mind if I ever do.
thx *wink profusely*
I sent home 3 boxes weighing approx. 56 kilos in total from my 2 yr stay in Perth.
Not included were another 32 kilos I lugged in my suitcase.
And then I still had some stuff left behind, for which I went back to get 2 months after I left for good.
Throwing stuff away was the hardest part; even the smallest things like receipts were hard- some made me think of the time I bought/ ate at wherever it was the recipt was from.
My friend who lived in New zealand for 7 years still has some of her stuff back there, lol.