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From Sofa Dweller to Travel Lover – How Minimalism Gave Me the Travel Bug
Photo by Becca Tapert on Unsplash Before I became a minimalist, I wanted nothing more than to be grounded in one place, surrounded by all the things that made me feel safe; my game consoles, my figurines, and my shelves of books and games (not to mention the clutter from other eras of my life I had stuffed into every available cranny). I was certainly not a traveller. Just the thought of moving house or going to another town, city or country for longer than a fortnight made me feel scared and defensive. No way could I leave behind all my stuff for that long! I’d get bored and twitchy.…
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The Lies You Must See Through to Reach True Happiness
I used to think I wanted to be rich. I pictured myself winning the lottery and living in a huge house, hanging out and partying with friends and family. There would be so much space that people would be conversing in every room, and there would be so much to do. Video games, sports, a massive selection of alcohol. I imagined all the stuff I would have in my home: an arcade, a library, a bar, a cinema, a massive kitchen complete with a family chef. I’d finally have enough room for all the stuff I wanted and never have storage problems again. Nobody would be bored or want for…
Minimalist Thinking, Maximum Living
