I love brand-new things.

New semester, blank note, empty space… I love feeling of the excitement when I get a new outfit. I love feeling of beginning. Everything looks shiny, vivd, soft, and fresh…

However, eventually everything fades little by little. And I am always disappointed by myself that how soon I get tired of them. When I find out that I am going to not cherish that “new” things anymore, I feel bad and sad. I wish I were a person who can cherish things for long time.

But some, very very few things go through that period. And then I realize that those things really meant me a lot. I would take a good care of them: cleaning, mending, or polishing.

But, again, I don’t have a big space for them inside me. My love is very intimate, but limited.

I want to activate all of my possessions. Storage means literally “dead end” to me.

And I want to enjoy that freshness of new things, too, even though I do not want to waste anything.

I do love shopping…

AHHH, the struggle is real.

For now, my answer is…

At certain point, I ask myself about my possessions. I’d try to let things go and make space for new things to come.

Maybe someone needs things I do not need anymore. I would donate them, give to my friends, or recycle.

So, I can keep my Daiji with me, and also enjoy new things. Like joining in a big circle.

The other day, I was asked “what would it be, if you need to evacuate and grab one of your possessions?”

My answer was : “I don’t need anything. (maybe my passport?)”

I want to be a light traveler, and a giver.