It’s true then. What’s more, I’m finally starting to feel like I really did it – though I never thought I would. But I did and it feels good.
My new apartment – although not nearly finished yet – already feels like home. My very own place. No need to compromise. All mine.
And I’m in love with the place. I have my piano. I have London. My grandmother’s old side table, which I’ve been using as a dining table for the time being.
No couch or recliners yet, but I do have a working hob – finally – so I can sit on my bekvam step stool, enjoying a hot cocoa and a good book.
I can prepare good, tasty meals in my small but well equipped kitchen. I have to admit to feeling rather smug about my “secret” spice cupboard behind the kitchen door. Just five simple bekvam spice racks screwed to the wall right where I need them: not even two steps away from the hob.
I do need to think of more creative solutions for my kitchen, seeing that storage space there is very limited indeed, but I’m sure I’ll come up with something.
Now, freed from having to deal with all the stuff I neither wanted nor needed, I’ve been asking myself: What do I really want from life? How do I want to spend my time? What is really important to me?
I can’t say I have all the answers yet, but at least some answers are already forming in my mind.
Summed up in three short words: I want less.
Which brings me right back to the core of what minimalism is all about. To live simply, with just those things we really love and need. To get get away from the consumerism that’s everywhere and which is so hard not to fall prey to.
This is what I want: a simple life.
A place to call home, enough clothes, good, honest food and the company of my loved ones. Those should be my priorities, and I intend to get those right.
Though I’m not sure how to get there yet, get there I shall. I will learn how to do what’s good for me.