clutter
I finally figured out that my fear of having too much stuff is what triggers my recurring dream about having to move home from Japan and not having enough time to pack everything.
It was pretty intense last night; I was looking around my apartment in Japan in disgust/shame. Besides some new boxes of treasures junk, I had apparently acquired a set of six mannequins from a department store that was going out of business. (And no, they weren't cool vintage mannequins; just the boring faceless ones they use at the Gap.)
Back in real life, I figure that after hauling back two suitcases full of my pre-Japan posessions from my parents' storage unit, and another two suitcases of awesome kitchen stuff from my aunt's house, it's about time for a reciprocal purge. If I don't get too overwhelmed maybe I'll use the "one in, two out" paradigm.
It was pretty intense last night; I was looking around my apartment in Japan in disgust/shame. Besides some new boxes of treasures junk, I had apparently acquired a set of six mannequins from a department store that was going out of business. (And no, they weren't cool vintage mannequins; just the boring faceless ones they use at the Gap.)
Back in real life, I figure that after hauling back two suitcases full of my pre-Japan posessions from my parents' storage unit, and another two suitcases of awesome kitchen stuff from my aunt's house, it's about time for a reciprocal purge. If I don't get too overwhelmed maybe I'll use the "one in, two out" paradigm.