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This weekend, I started packing. Having recently accepted a job overseas, I've been told that I have to condense all of my life and possessions down to 100kgs of unaccompanied baggage and 30kg of checked luggage with me on the flight. It was at this point that I wished I had embraced Zen Minimalism as a design philosophy. This is the third time I've time I've left Australia to move overseas, and each time I've had that same thought.
Sorting through all my possessions though has meant that I've had a trip down memory lane. Birthday presents, homewares inherited from my grandparents and a great aunt, things bought with my first "real" paycheque, furniture that I had saved long and hard for, things bought on trips overseas, and my beloved books (oh so many books!). So many things, and only 100kgs to bring with me.
Both of my brothers have recently bought houses, and so giving away some of my stuff was easy (fridge and washing machine - here you go! You need wine glasses? voila!). Some of my stuff was a lot harder to give away - hard on me that is. My beautiful red sofa that I had searchd long and hard for the fabric so that it would perfectly match a rug I had bought in Morocco - given to my younger brother, who needs a new sofa but who will probably not appreciate it as much as I did.
And then there were the items that I didn't know what to do with: old letters and photos of boyfriends past, some still too painful to read through. Not wanting to keep them, not wanting to throw them out since they so perfectly captured who I was at those particular times.
Whilst I don't have a lot of stuff, the things I do own have value - sometimes monetary, quite often sentimental. There are some things that I cannot take with me for various reasons, but which I cannot bear to sell or give away, and so will remain in storage while I am away.
What do you take? What do you leave? What do you sell? What do you throw out? These are the questions that I have been wrestling with this past weekend. Because although the act of moving is physical, it is also emotional - a way of closing off that part of your life and starting fresh somewhere new.
How do you decide what to take and what to leave behind?
Contributing Editor Jules also blogs at Dragon Girl and is currently in the midst of relocating to Dubai.












