Clearing Out

I have a love/hate relationship with the attic.

It's filling full of things I probably don't need. At least not now.
Or maybe it's just cause I have no closet. Or under the bed space.
I'm feeling the need for a fresh start.
A clearing out.

Letting go of things I think I like so much.
I can still like them after all.
They just don't need to be in my attic; in my room.

Moving her out in my mind already.
That feels like a fresh start.
Cause it is. For both of us.

I saw pictures this week of a house on an island off the coast of Sweden.
I wanted to move to this house.
With all my friends. Not all my stuff.
Even the glorious books & photos feel like the physical burden they are.
For now.
Since they aren't cleaned & ordered into smaller places.
And every start I make feels like such a small step towards simple living.