{"id":11282,"date":"2017-06-08T09:58:19","date_gmt":"2017-06-08T13:58:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mayahoodblog.com\/?p=11282"},"modified":"2024-01-26T03:45:20","modified_gmt":"2024-01-26T08:45:20","slug":"that-time-i-became-a-minimalist","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mayahoodblog.com\/that-time-i-became-a-minimalist\/","title":{"rendered":"That time I became a minimalist"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
I’m going to let you in on a little secret – I’m a wanna be minimalist. I’m going to tell you another secret – I love things! I love shopping and the act of giving and receiving gifts. I’m not materialistic per say, but I enjoy STUFF… GOODS… whatever you want to call it, I like it! The problem is, I’m not a neat and tidy person and I can’t stand to see mess (I know, this makes no sense). I mean, I’m okay seeing my house messy for a day or two or three but after a week, I get fed up. I clean up, vow to stop buying things, and reward myself by a going shopping. Yup – it’s a total contradiction, but it’s true. It’s a vicious cycle. And the reality is, with three young kids, it’s However, I recently became a minimalist. Not so much by choice, but more out of necessity. If you’re not familiar with the Toronto housing market, you might not know that it’s common practice when you’re selling to have your house look as if no one lives there. It’s a cross between a Stepford wife house and one that’s been abandoned or clearly not inhabited by kids. You stage your house with stuff you wish you owned and usually fall back in love with your home and second guess moving out. That’s because your house is pristine, clutter free, and full of new and modern furniture unscathed or wrecked by little hands.<\/p>\n\n\na little<\/del> hard. I honestly don’t know what would be worse – constantly cleaning up after my kids because they have so much stuff or listening to them complain that they have NOTHING to play with. Guys, please tell me I’m not alone on this!!<\/p>\n\n\n\n