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I’ve had an issue with clutter lately.
Not clutter in general, but rather my own clutter. After coming back from college it was like my sheer piles of crap had multiplied – I had a mess that I cultivated at school, and the mess that I left behind. When I put it together, it’s ridiculous. I’ve been home since December, and I still haven’t figured out what to do with it all.
My shopping habits don’t help. I shop pretty frequently, though it’s not really in giant batches.
I can’t lie: I am a disorganized person. I live in an organized mess and I’m okay with that. I like stuff in piles and I like wearing multiple layers and I am the exact opposite of minimalism.
The biggest problem with my mess right now is that there is too much of the person I used to be and not enough of who I am now.
I need to get rid of dresses I bought when I was 15. I don’t care how cute they are, if they still have the tags on, they need to go. I’m sentimental, but I really don’t need the birthday card I got when I was 18 from a friend I no longer speak to.
I want my clutter to be the jewelry I bought last year in Tokyo, the dress I bought this weekend, the books I’m rereading now and not ten years ago.
I think what I’m trying to say is that I want to grow up, and being surrounded by so much unnecessary, unwanted stuff is stifling.
I’m a firm believer in safe spaces. All throughout college, I didn’t have a safe space. Home was always here; my dorm was just a place I slept in. My room should be safe for me, but instead it’s a place where I have to fight to fit.
It’s time I take charge of my space and make it my own.