I have been nesting down, hoarding all manner of gorgeous things and running a large emporium filled with local artisan work for the past four years.
It has been rewarding, comfortable and wonderful.
Up until a few months ago, it seemed a lovely way to pass the next five years too.
Then one day, out of the blue skies of contentment, a sneaky north wind blew.
My heart started to fill with dreams of wanderlust, adventure, minimalism and a burning desire to radically uproot.
I have always tread on the outer circle, rejecting waste and fast living, preferring to keep it simple. But somehow over the years since my last life purge, I have filled up my life with stuff. Physical and mental clutter. I am fully aware of this now. It is not really until you start to clean it up do you realise just how much you had.
I am closing the doors to my Recycled Gallery shop in two weeks. It has been a mega effort to fold up 300 square metres of a vintage bowerbirds nest but I am almost done.
Before the year is out, I am hitting the highway, husband and kids in tow to live from a suitcase for a while, until we wander through a place that feels like home.
I am so much looking forward to the beauty of a minimalist lifestyle again. The fluidity and freedom to wander.
until next time,