Nick Nacks or is it Knick Knacks?

Whatever the spelling, the fact is, its incredible to see how many we amass. Be it mementos from trips, "free gifts" or spur of the moment purchases, there are so many bits and pieces we pick up through the years, without even making a conscious decision of collecting such things.

With less than 48 hours to go before the movers arrive I'm being as ruthless as I can in this sense. The pile of things out on the terrace (I've nick named them "the giveaways") is growing, slowly but surely with things that I've had a good think about. The operative question is:

Will I miss this if its not there when I manage to again live independently?

Its a bit harsh, but many things have not made that cut. And I think that's all for the best. Less clutter for me, my parents, and the storage space, more things that I hope will find a new home where they will be more useful.

And despite all this I still look around this flat and think... OH MY! Does living alone really require or justify all this?

Which leads to another, maybe odder reflection: It must be so stressful to have a much larger house and "feel" you have to fill all that space!

And with that thought, I leave you for today. Good night!!!