When I was younger I would collect and save things. I think I had a vision of my future life and what I’d need for it. My shelves were filled with stacks of magazines, farmhouse bowls, design books, multiple sets of china, etc. Then, after cleaning out two family homes, I lost my desire to collect—it felt like my stuff was closing in on me.
I’ll never live like a Scandinavian, but I am weeding out items that I know I’ll never use—and it feels great.
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