I know, I know. I’ve been slacking on the whole blogging thing. My bad. I wish I had a good excuse as to why I’m not writing about all the many things I still want to write about, but I don’t.
But you guys will (hopefully) soon be reading all about my Mariah Carey Vegas experience and how my family cruise to the Bahamas actually was and not just show you a bunch of pictures of all the things I ate. And I still have to write about my month long trip with my dad earlier this year and did you guys know that I’m trying to lose my Australia weight… and man, it is not easy, especially when you find yourself on the couch eating nachos. Because that’s apparently the first step to losing weight.
And, Fiji. Yes, I will write about Fiji.
But right now, let’s talk about how I spent my Saturday night listening to Mariah Carey for hours while going through the majority of my clothes and putting together outfits, and in one case, hand making an outfit. OK. So I didn’t exactly hand make it as I took a pair of scissors and started cutting and hoped for the best. I think it looks pretty cute. But then again, I think a lot of things are cute. So, really, my judgment means nothing.
Ahem. Anyway, as I was lip-synching to Mariah and pretending that I was her while having a dance party in front of a full-length mirror and experimenting with my clothes, I realized that I have way too many clothes. Like, way too many clothes. And it’s kind sad because I spent my Saturday afternoon online shopping for more crap that I didn’t really need. And you want to know what’s even more sad? I’m not done shopping. I need warmer clothes because the weather is getting colder. And say what you will, but I want UGGs. And a new dress. And a new necklace to go with that dress. And I want all of the winter accessories. Not just black and pink fuzzy high-knee socks which I picked up from Target yesterday because fuzzy socks, you guys.
Yup, I want all of the things. ALL OF THE THINGS.
Yeah, yeah. I know things can’t buy you happiness and whatnot. And beauty comes from within and not from your fuzzy pink socks. But FUZZY SOCKS, you guys! I’m certainly nothing like these guys who call themselves The Minimalists, but after I came back from Australia, I thought I learned a very valuable lesson: You don’t need a lot of things to be happy or survive because they’re just things.
And, yes, partly why I had to stop myself from buying things many times was because I only had one suitcase. And if I bought all of the things then I couldn’t fit it into my one suitcase. So I bought a few things here and there and got rid of things to make room for new things and I somehow made it work.
I mean, I bought this fabulous dress that took up quite a bit of my suitcase space and still somehow made it work. But I also got rid of things or gave it away. Like the Justin Timberlake mug I got with my concert ticket in Australia. I freaking loved that thing. I drank out of it almost everyday – coffee, tea, sometimes even wine. And when I started moving around again, I tried to hold on to it as best as I could. I took it to Tasmania with me. I took to the outback with me. I took it to South Australia with me. I even took it to Sydney with me. But in the end, I had to leave it behind. Why? Because as much as I love Justin Timberlake, that mug was a pain in my ass.
Anyway, even though long-term travel may not be for me, I must admit, I kind of liked not having a lot of things.
Pretty much everywhere I went, people said the same thing to me – “you don’t have a lot of stuff”. At first, I didn’t know how to react. I kind of felt like I was doing something wrong, like maybe I should have a lot of stuff. I mean, to be honest, it felt like I had a lot of stuff, especially when I was traveling from point A to point B. But many travelers I’ve met had way more stuff than me. Some had two large suitcases and a backpackers backpack, and just looking a them made me exhausted. There was only one instance when someone said to me… “you have a lot of stuff”. I was kind of taken aback. And then I looked at what she had and all she had was a small backpack. That’s it. Then I felt bad about what I had.
If you’ve traveled long term before, you know what a pain it is to carry crap with you everywhere. That’s why I tried not to buy a lot of stuff. Not because I’m cheap. But because I’m lazy.
But since coming back to the states, I went from owning clothes that could only fit into my suitcase to owning clothes that soooooo just won’t fit into my suitcase. Because, you guys, it’s kind of nice buying this and buying that and not having to worry about shoving it in your suitcase.
However, when I only had a limited amount of clothing, I must admit, I was a lot more creative with my outfits. And, also, I never had to worry about what I was going to wear. Even when I was working in OZ, I had maybe 6 or so work outfits that I’d rotate, and that was that. And no one said anything. No came up to me and said, “isn’t that what you wore last week?”
Nope. In fact, people didn’t even notice. And when they did notice, they’d usually compliment my outfits with a “that’s a pretty dress” even though I wore that same dress about 20 billion times already.
But now, I have more than enough clothes then there are days in the week. And I‘m still buying more. It’s like I have a problem or something. And then I wake up one morning and think to myself, “I have nothing to wear.” I never had that problem in OZ. I’d wear whatever was in my suitcase.
Anyway, the point I’m trying to make is… well, I really don’t have a point. I just have a lot of stuff. And it ain’t all going to fit into my suitcase.