the beginning of an existential crisis?

I decided to clean my room. A wise move where the dust-bunny over-population is concerned, yet not such a good move far as the “why the hell do I have so much junk?” question is concerned.

Nearly every available horizontal space in my room is covered by books… but what is left over is covered with assorted knick knacks. However, other than the maneki neko that I have on my desk, much of the other stuff was given to me as a gift. These gifts have taken over! It makes me feel desperately cluttered. I just want to get rid of it all. Put it away in boxes and become unattached to this mess. I want minimalism. Most of this stuff means absolutely nothing to me. I keep receiving fairies from people. I like fairy tales, that does not necessarily mean that I have a desire to be surrounded by fairy figurines.

I like my lucky cats, my momijis, my matryoshkas… I need some sort of order for the rest of this stuff. Give me open space. 

Author: emilia grace

romance writer and bibliophile

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