I’ve been meaning to write a recap of my memory archive project about two moths ago and then the schools closed. Needless to say that the new situation — the kids being home 24/7 — made the free and energy-fuelled time I usually have for writing vanish from one day to the next. What also vanished quickly was my drive to keep the house clutter-free. After just a few days into the new stay-at-home/home-schooling routine, I had lost all energy to keep our place tidy. Our dining table turned into a messy desk space for the kids’ work, toys could be found scattered all over the place and I spent my time divided between a messy kitchen and the living room, thrown into my new role as full-time teacher. That brings me back to this recap of memory archive. What I expected all the way along and probably most people thought of when reading my blog has been confirmed over the past months: To write about the memorable things that you are departing off, does take time (unless you are a skilled writer, which I am not). However, when you start doing this (and beside taking a photo of the item you could decide to just write a short sentence about it, which shouldn’t take up too much time), you do learn to say goodbye to no longer needed things. You start forming a new habit and you definitely start to think about the way you or other family members consume. You start becoming more selectively in your consumer behaviour, which, in my opinion, is the key to leading a more simple life; living in a less crowded space.
By the way, my new habit hasn’t formed as much as I’d have liked it to. The picture I’ve chosen for this post is proof of that. It’s a small side dish plate made in Kanazawa. Now, I’ve never been to Kanazawa but discovered this ceramics design a couple of years ago in a restaurant. It took some effort to find out the origin of this plate so when it broke, I couldn’t just throw it away, there was too much of an attachment and backstory to it. A little too much to easily take a picture, write about and then discard it straight away. About a month after it broke I was ready though and here it is, the last item of my memory archive.