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Today’s blog post is about decluttering.
I’ve realised that I’m addicted to books. As addictions go this one isn’t actively harmful, and I indulge it despite my relatively financially challenged circumstances because I happily buy secondhand books from charity shops at any opportunity. 1,212 more words
I’ve been churning out poems lately, two over the last three days, and I feel something different in the way I’m writing them. I used to turn to poetry as my art form for when I needed to spill a flurry of emotions, hitting the page like a gatling gun; the most direct conversion between feelings and words. 980 more words
Occasionally it hits me these days that I’m the one building my life, that my time now truly belongs to me. I’ll be moving through my apartment and then notice the things I’ve filled it with over the past few months, slowly making it my own, and then the thought will occur to me that I’m also building the memories of my twenties that I’ll have in the future to look back on, that the memories will contain this bottle of body lotion or this pack of essential oils for the aromatherapy diffuser sitting in the corner whose lid I struggled for several minutes to open before giving up. 1,195 more words