Evening folks.
So tonight I find myself sitting here by my desk, pondering life amongst many other things as I'm meant to be revising for tomorrows case study. I'm kind of wondering to myself whether I'm a more materialistic person than Id hoped. I have so much stuff. At the same time, though, its useful stuff, so its difficult for me to get rid of. I have a box of stuff building of stuff to go home to my parents place. Stuff that would be useful in my own place, but not right now in my little flat. Its unsettling to know how much stuff I have that I simply dont use. And I'm not talking about my instruments or my few hundred pounds worth of hair stuff, or even all those books that are unrelevant to my course but simply too well loved to get rid of. I'm talking about the old apple speakers that wont fit the new connection of my ipad, my sewing machine thats sitting with a dress pattern beside it that I cant afford the material for, the fruit juicer that I love but cant afford to buy that much fruit for, all the handbags and things that I've been given as presents when I only ever use the same two over and over. Its not that I'm ungrateful for having what I have, its just that I feel silly having so much around when I'm not using it. Just taking up space.
In a way, its got me thinking about the future. If I ever reach a stage where I can afford a house, I feel I'd want a small one. One of those tiny, amazingly designed, earth-sheltered, 2-300 square-foot ones would do me quite nicely, I think.
I think the downside of living somewhere as big as I do (okay, I know its only a 2-bedroom flat, but still) is the ease of filling up space. Its downright annoying, and theres no one to blame but myself for the aquiring of stuff.
Sunday 16 February 2014
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