On minimalism

When I first moved to the Seattle area, my mom told me to buy a queen mattress, a sofa couch, a dining table, basically all the essentials for a “proper” home. I listened, of course. Soon, my once-empty studio filled with furniture, decor, and more.

Now, as I think back on all the memories made outside my apartment through travels, experiences, and simply living life, I realize I didn’t need most of those things. They didn’t really contribute to my happiness.

As my lease ends and I prepare to move, I’ve been reflecting on how this principle extends beyond furniture. The physical baggage I’ve accumulated mirrors the mental and emotional baggage we sometimes carry. Much of it isn’t truly needed or useful.

There’s real value in lightness, the freedom to move through life with agility, without attachment to places or possessions. There’s beauty in that kind of freedom.

As I downsize and focus only on what’s truly essential, I’m practicing gratitude for what I have while gaining clarity about what I genuinely value. It’s about understanding the trade-offs I’m willing to make to create space for what pushes me forward.

The extra stuff is just icing on the cake. By choosing to live well within my means, I’m able to direct more energy and invest more deeply, both physically and figuratively, into the things that matter most.