I think there comes a time in everyone's life, particularly when they're moving house, when they ask themselves "where did I get all this junk from?"
Staring into the cardboard abyss that was my dining room up until last night (pictured above), I certainly asked myself this question. I mean, really, what is in all these boxes? And do I need all of it?
I'd much prefer to live a simple life with less stuff, so I have made myself this promise from now on - for every thing that I acquire, I will get rid of something else. That way, I can't end up with more stuff than what I have now.