February 27. 2015
I’ve found I am acquiring new habits based on a serious desire not to acquire clutter. I throw out paper on my desk now if I cannot see a need to keep it. And if I see a need to keep it, I keep it OFF my desk. This is good.
In my house, I find myself looking around to see where I’ve missed something and I swear, by the time I am done, this place is going to look like a house staged for a quick sale! I’ve been thinking about that recently and just today got a half-serious offer to buy my apartment. The very idea of moving again is much less daunting with much less stuff.
Today’s bag – bags. I’ve hauled out all the souvenir shopping bags and given a half dozen of them the old heave ho, along with two backpacks because I don’t need five backpacks, I only need three. Oh I know, who needs three backpacks? If you travel as much as I do, in the fashion in which I like to travel, you do need more than one. I have my long distance, ultra-lightweight one, the day tripping one, and a nice blue Ralph Lauren one I have posted to sell on Tradesy. If it doesn’t sell by Easter, it goes into the bin in the laundry room.
And two sleeping bags – because I really do need one but somebody might need the other two.
So far, I have unloaded books, gear, clothes, sheets and towels, and bags. And I have gained breathing room and space. Today, I salute the death of Leonard Nimoy – space really is the final frontier.
The Backpack Press 