I thought about formatting this post like many of the viral posts we see on Facebook or BuzzFeed… Creating a blog title like:
17 Things I Hate About Moving House
6 Lessons I Learned From Sleeping On A Couch
How To: Not Be Homeless In 6 Creative Ways
12 Not So Obvious Signs You Might Need A Bed…
There’s websites that teach you how to structure a title to lure in more readers. And whilst I know all of this stuff, for today’s post, it all went out of the window.
There were countless frustrations that came with not having a place to properly call home over the past couple of months.
(How I came to be in that position I’ll save for another post!)
Frustrations that came in awkward moments like those when you’re filling out an official form and don’t have an address to put down.
Or when you go to pick a mate up and he asks why your car is filled to the brim with clothes, miscellaneous furniture items and damp towels… (the joys of living by the beach)
That’s of course not mentioning the embarrassment felt in every conversation you have with someone who asks where you live!
Yes, there were quite a few challenges faced whilst waiting for a suitable flat to come onto the market. Too many to properly list.
With that said, there was one thing that particularly stood out:
I have too much shit!
When I moved to Sydney in March I was able to comfortably fill the boot of my car with all of the things I was bringing with me. Simple things. Clothes. Books. My footy.
And yet somehow, in the space of just six months, I was now laying on the floor of my bedroom, about to move out, with a dismantled queen-size bed, three large black garbage bags, a suitcase, gym duffel, backpack and IKEA bag full of things.
Not to mention two book cases, a laundry basket, beanbag, rug…
The list goes on!
Over the next two months these things would become dispersed between two friends’ houses at opposites ends of Sydney with the essentials remaining in the boot of my car for all to see.
It was overwhelming.
And yet, in the middle of all of this, I went on a three week trip to America on which I took just one suitcase and a small backpack. 22kgs of checked luggage. 6kgs of carry-on. More than enough to last the three weeks – and perhaps even longer!
This sparked a realisation:
What is all this stress I have created for myself simply by having all of this unnecessary stuff?
This stressful possession filled life is certainly not one in which I intended to live and yet it is a life in which many of us fall into having. Oftentimes we do not realise until such times as we have to move house… And then it hits us.
Of course, for some this life is okay. Though for me it has come the time to reverse this wayward spiral.
It has come the time to simplify.
There is so little that I truly need. Simply, what I need is the freedom to travel, to connect, to write and to inspire. That is all. And that is what I am working towards.
Watch this space. (There’ll be a lot more of it!)