Photo by Erriko Boccia on Unsplash The less I’ve lived with over the past few years, the more I’ve realised I can live without. I never needed all those gaming figurines to prove I enjoyed videogames. I never needed a huge collection of memorabilia and mugs. I didn’t need shelves and shelves of books to prove I love reading, and I never lost the knowledge I’d gained from parting with them.  My identity was inside me, never on the outside.  Back when I relied on the objects I’d collected to express my identity, the irony was that I never got a real chance to be who I was because I spent most of…