Happy Sunday fellow Madgespace readers.
Yes, that’s right —
this isn’t the bowl cut beauty herself. It is her
sister Char with the exciting news that Madgespace is going to be taken over by
guest bloggers for the next week. Saddle up and enjoy reading about the sentiments
of a few, very select blog-sperts (blog + experts…kind of).
Possessions
As you all know, Madge is preparing to
leave Edinburgh in a couple of weeks and, about six weeks later, I will be
following suit. What can I say, I can’t live without the gal! Despite the move
still being two months away, we’ve started going through all our stuff. We need to
get the flat ready to rent and there’s no way we can bring everything we own.
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For some, moving is stressful and
emotional, filled with moments of deep nostalgia and debates about what to keep
and what to throw or give away. Over the years I’ve discovered I’m just not
this person. And it’s surprising — even to me. I mean, it's not like I'm not in tune with my emotions. I’m the one who tears up at the news of anyone and their dog's pregnancy and cries at every ridiculous
rom-com. Heck, I even shed a few tears when my son pooped in the toilet for the
first time.
So, how did I feel when I gave away the
baby cradle? The frames that held our family photos? The dress I wore at my
wedding?
ELATED.
OVERJOYED. ECSTATIC.
My brain was chanting ‘less stuff, less
stuff, less stuff!’ and I wanted to dance around our empty flat. Turns out, I
am a minimalist. I LOVE that I can fit everything I own into two suitcases. It makes me feel footloose and fancy-free (although, ironically, using that phrase makes me feel old and immobile). It's also kind of a relief to realize I don't need things to keep me happy.
I guess The Beatles and One Direction were
on to something.
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