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On Becoming Accidental Minimalists
Living with less becomes living with more…
A few years ago we decided to sell our home and go in search of a warmer clime.
And so we did!
And we lived happily ever after!
Oh if only it were that easy.
And I’m glad it wasn’t, because we learned so much about ourselves in the process of cutting loose.
You don’t sell your home of over twenty years just like that. You have to massage it, doctor it, shampoo and nurse it to supreme health in order to woo people into believing that the impressive order they now bear witness, to will take care of itself.
That it will remain ever pristine, and the cupboards and wardrobes will continue to be a model of organization.
And you don’t sell your home for what it’s worth unless:
Unless you have weaved the requisite external magic, windows gleaming in the morning sun, spiders relocated to a less obvious place, and customized plant pots, spilling over with flowers, sitting astride the welcoming entrance.
You don’t sell your home until:
Until the garden is a joy to behold, where pots filled with color spill randomly on to the weed-free…
