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Anyone who knows me, knows I’m a hot beverage person. Not coffee mind you, for which i have never developed a taste, but for teas. I’m a serious mate drinker, and a green tea addict, and you know having said all that, sometimes I just drink hot water straight because it’s really just the heat and liquid I’m after. So the other day when I found my prized cordless 1.7 liter kettle cracked and leaking, you’d think I’d be a little upset, or saddened at least, something right. Well certainly it was a c’est dommage moment, but honestly the only thing I truly felt was that’s one less thing to pack.

It’s funny over the years as an evolving minimalist, I have slowly lost attachment to things. Now don’t get me wrong, I am deeply attached to my turntables, mixer and computer. These are tools I use everyday, little electronic viaducts to happiness, and understandably you must realize to some extent I make part of my living from them. However, anything outside these things has increasingly lost significance. I have few clothes (yes it’s me always in the same burgundy pants, or blue sweater vest, but hey all my clothes fit in one large size cooler), even fewer nick nacks (can’t handle clutter) and a half a case of books. I own almost no jewelry to speak of and a toothbrush, toothpaste, soap and moisturizer are all the “beauty products” I’ve invested in. Outside of a few gardening supplies and a ten year old bike, that’s all I own.

Well being poor aids in my minimalist habits, but also over the years I have routinely given things away, to the point for anything I have gotten, I have tried to find two things to divest myself of in return.

So as I am half packed for my impending move (still don’t know where to yet) I am proud to say I’m looking at reasonably few Rubbermaids, and none of them over stuffed. Feeling good about that. The only thing that is going be a bitch to move are my 24 odd concrete blocks. Combined they are the base for my 8 foot long 2 foot wide plywood desktop.

I remember my friend Dina D laughing when she helped me move last year out to the sunshine coast. She said, “Ya, I know you said you didn’t have much stuff, but you never mentioned anything about the twenty odd concrete blocks girl!”

Well you know what I say, “A woman can’t be too rich, too thin or have two many concrete blocks, honey ”

Anyway, here’s “stuff,” its presence, its absence and the stability it can bring and take away.

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