Last year for Christmas, my friend Hannah got me one of those prompted journals where you answer one question every day, for five years. The idea is that you write every day, and see how you grow and change over time. One question for the month of October that really made me stop and think…
Moving to another country helped me come to a huge realization: my life is cluttered with things. I didn't even realize how much I owned until I had to sit down and pick through my entire life, deciding what stays and what goes. Earlier this year, I decided to take on living life with less.…
Getting ready to move has been hard. Not because of saying my goodbyes, not because of leaving a job I love, but because of getting rid of all of my possessions. And I don't mean the ones I have sentimental attachments to. No, I mean the ones that I put little thought toward, the ones…
I have always been a messy person. My entire life my bedroom floor has been littered with possessions: toys as a child, CD cases and clothing as a teenager, and now, as a young professional, the outfits I try on in the morning only to fling off immediately in order to try something else on.…
