On minimalism

It’s been the buzzword for, like, how long now?

And while I’ve never read or watched Marie Kondo, I do know her “does it being you joy” mantra.

What I mean to say is, I’m totally into minimalism. I mean, I’m an only child, married with no kids.

Why would I need to hold onto mementos and stuff? Who am I passing them onto?

And that’s both the question and the answer. I’m holding onto mementos and trinkets because they are the only real link I have to my ancestors, having never really know most of them. This “stuff” feels like it’s me. And if I get rid of it, it will be like I never existed because nobody will talk about how I gave them a gold-edged set of porcelain china from Japan that was given to my parents when they were married55 years ago. The 2-person stove top espresso machine, also from their wedding. The baby pink hand embroidered cotton tablecloth with matching napkins given to me by my maternal grandmother, Maria, who (we discovered only a few years ago) added a handwritten note to me, misspelled surname and all. How can I get rid of that? If I gave it away, do I also give the note with it? Is the note necessary for the tablecloth to have meaning.

Oh… It’s vintage…

Here’s a new article about minimalism I will need to read a few times.