Can't remember from when I started to worry about having too much things at home. It was 5 years ago I think, from the day I lost the sense of being at home and having a home.
I used to buy things, a lot of things. Tiny decorative toys, vases, shells, etc., I will buy them without thinking too much and worrying about money as long as I think I could present them in a way to make my home wamer and nicer. I also like to collect books, bookmarks, stamps, letter from friends, motto from famous scholars, etc. In my memory, my room was full of papers. I didn't worry about if my assect would get stolen, the only thing I scared of was home catching a fire and my collections got burned into ashes.
I don't know what have changed me, I tried not to keep things as less as possible. I brought clothes only for functional use. I only read books which I borrow from the library. Stuffs in my desk drawers became less and less as I threw more things away every time I clean my room. There's no physical things which I want to keep at home or at the place I stay. I wanted to minize everything I had. The less stuff I have, the happier I am.
This motivation gets even strong when I started my travel life last year. Everything I buy I would consider if it would add burden to my luggage when I move on. I wouldn't buy any books since they would occupy large space my suitcase. I try not to buy anything except food for my survival in short.
The idea of keeping things as less as possible attackes me today when I went to buy a pair of shoes and a shirt which I needed to wear at work as required by the boss. With such a feeling on mind, shopping has become a kind of an unpleasent struggle. I should have brought them long ago if that feeling didn't win last time.
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