In the August winter of 2010, when I was getting ready for my trip back to Malaysia, I had to either prepare to get rid of 3 years worth of things or find a way to get them across 5691.40 kilometers of Indian Ocean unharmed. 3 years of things came up to about 18 boxes and 7 plastic bags. I know this because at the end of the day the only things I had the heart to get rid off was my double decker bed from IKEA. And that was only because there was no way I could fit all that metal on the plane.
Hi. I’m Sumie and I am a Level II Hoard-a-holic.
I cannot for the life of me part with things. I have every oozits, watszits, thinga-ma-bobs,
McDonald Happy Meal toys and you-name-its ever given to me stuffed somewhere in my room.
True Fact: You think *I’m* bad, theres an animal called the Rat Pack that stores up things up to 40, 000 years.
Why do I loooveee holding on to things? Why does everything make me sentimental and nostalgic? Is it necessary to keep an old, faded Hungry Jack’s burger coupon written in Khmer? Is it necessary keeping a birthday card from a girl you haven’t spoken to in 15 years? Is it necessary keeping scrunched up post-its?
Will my life be less cluttered without it?
Everything I own reminds me of some significant event.
Like for example, the burger coupon reminds of the mission trip in Cambodia where I had the privilege of knowing the most incredible person I’ll prolly ever meet in my life.
And EVERY time I come across every one of these things, the warmest of hearts and flowers gush through my veins. Imagine throwing that feeling away. That’s you asking me to throw away my stuff. Why would you want that kinda blood on your hands?
Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
I have a serious problem. A Doctor-Phil-would-go-crazy problem.
Which is why I am going to do something about this.
I have too much stuff. But to me, Stuff=Memories
How do I physically throw away my hoardings without memorically throwing them away?
Well, I’ve decided that every Saturday is spring cleaning. I’m going to clear out all the rubbish I have until I’m left with only the essentials.
Just don’t tell my dad, coz he paid alot of moneys to get those rubbishes from Adelaide to Malaysia O_O
Operation ‘Un-Hoard the toilet bowl of Sumie’s Memories‘ is in session.
When I finally left Adelaide on the 27th of September 2010, even AFTER throwing away most of my stuff, I left with 12 boxes snuggly fit into 15 luggages that came up to 120 kilograms.
God bless my father for his kind and patient heart.
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Thinking of: Cambodia and Selena Gomez’s A Year Without Rain