It was the first time for me moving house after ten years. And lots of shit accumulates during a decade. It's exhausting to emotionally detach from that wombat stuff toy and especially my Pucca alarm clock which both were accumulating dust in our guest room.
I also threw stuff away which were deemed "useful for later". Like a small bag of gardening for my never-to-be little window sill herb garden or a wide, over the top, rivet- studded belt which will keep me prepared accessory-wise should glam-rock fashion make a comeback during my hypothetic third trimester.
It's shameful but I believe we have added at least 20 big garbage bags of stuff to Hong Kong's landfill. And I am herewith pledging to never by any shit again unless it has been justified with 10 pro arguments of which one should be: "It will make me happy for more than a day."
More paleo stuff coming up the next few days. Promise!