Tonight I moved all my stuff from the 2nd story to the basement. I didn't even bother counting how many trips that took. Every year I move up and then later that year, I move down... don't ask. Last time I moved up, I did 70 trips. Crazy. Bringing stuff up the stairs is harder. I'm sure I did it in less trips going down cause I was able to carry more per trip. There's nothing like moving all your stuff to make you wish that you had less stuff. Also, every time I make this move, I tell myself that I'm going to get organized and throw stuff away. I might actually do it this time. November is going to be a busy month of torture.
During the summer, I read "the life-changing magic of tidying up; the japanese art of decluttering and organizing" by Marie Kondo. I really liked the book and wanted to declutter and throw things away/give to charity. We just have too much stuff and in addition, I suffer from the ailment of not being able to throw stuff away. I also watched a documentary called Tiny House on Netflix when I was on vacation in September. I think I can live in 200 sqft. I almost kinda do now. I feel like I've got a strange attraction to simplicity/minimalism. I also like the idea of a tiny house minimizing our global footprints. In a strange way, I think becoming part time vegetarian in the long term would also help reduce my global footprint. I don't want to get on a soap box cause I like my steaks but I also realize how much land it takes to raise cattle.
Right now nothing feels simple about being vegan. I feel like it requires so much planning and thinking ahead, but when I when I was more naive, I thought vegan diets were simpler. I'm imagining my first week in November just eating raw food. Maybe when I get sick of eating carrots and celery, I'll look into making some real food that actually needs to be heated.
Stay tuned tomorrow for my pre-vegan diet shirtless before pics. Peace out.
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