I AM on a mission to live minimally.
Despite the fact that the recent de-cluttering campaign resulted in me keeping far too much and throwing out things I actually need, I am more determined than ever to live simply.
Sure this has been a mission for a number of years but this time the pressure is really on because in a week’s time I will be making the big move to a little flat. It’s in the heart of Sydney.
Yes, sadly the time has come to leave Rocky.
The Bloke has a job opportunity that is too good to pass up and with family and friends now scattered all over the place it’s time to stop hugging my career at night and actually hold a real person. Home is where the heart is as they say.
But this new Sydney home is tiny. The Real Estate Agent describes it as a “stunning loft apartment in one of Sydney’s most sought after locations” but you and I would think of it more as a “slightly grimy studio apartment a street away from one of Sydney’s major artilleries.”
So it’s time for everything but the essentials to go.
But as I was weeping silent tears of exhaustion and sorrow over the big clean out and the thought of the many farewells to dear friends, I was not quite ready for the sadness I began to feel at the prospect of leaving.
But as I sealed the last box I did come to realise that whilst I may be packing up my life and all the stuff in it, I don’t have to pack up my memories of this wonderful town as well.
Memories of walks with mates up Mt Archer, of long coffees over newspapers at The Wild Parrot Café, of the regular wave to the couple watching sunsets on their patio in Wiseman Street, of sitting in the car beside big cattle trucks on the Fitzroy Bridge, of custard apples bought from roadside stalls on the way to the beach, of last minute grocery runs and “neighbourly catch ups” at Woody’s on Sunday arvos, of ducking from magpies on runs up Jardine Street.
Wonderful memories of special people and a special town; memories which have been increasing in number and significance as the amount of stuff around me has been decreasing in quantity and concern.
And it’s the knowledge that I will never pack up my memories of Rocky and the people in it which makes leaving this place very sad, but makes me extremely grateful at the same time. Best wishes.