Since the start of this year, I’ve embarked on a journey of simplification.

While I’ve never been one for materialism, I realized I still had more than I needed.

Now, my kitchen is equipped only with the essentials I use regularly, and I’ve donated 70 books to the local library.

I have three pairs of walking shoes, each suited for different terrains and weather, and just enough pens for my writing needs. I’ve also shared my extra supplies with a local preschool.

I’m genuinely enjoying the simplicity of life, and I find nothing is missing.

Letting go of things I no longer need has been one of my best decisions. I don’t feel like I’ve “sacrificed” a life of “luxury.” Instead, I’ve traded material possessions and the illusion of abundance for genuine contentment.

Having moved six times by the age of 12 and 29 times since I turned 17, I’ve learned not to hold on to too much. It only adds to the burden when moving.

I’ve never been one for knickknacks, souvenirs, or excess “stuff.”

It feels liberating to be so unburdened from attachment to things.

I still have a few more items to pass along, and though they carry memories, I remind myself that it’s the object I’m giving away, not the memory. I’ve taken photos of everything, as they take up no space. As I let go of more from the past, I find the past lets go of me, too.