A while back I was approached by a journalist who was going to write a small piece about minimalism and consumption habits for OBOS magazine here in Norway. Naturally it was shortened quite a bit when it ended up in print, so I thought it might be fun to publish my full original answers here.
It has been a little while since my last blog post, so today I’m updating you on how my minimalist/simplicity journey is going these days.
Buying our first apartment was both super exciting and kind of exhausting. I naively thought the open houses and the bidding and the actual buying, which all took place in August, would be the most work. Boy was I wrong. All in all I didn’t consider the process to be truly over until the beginning of December when the lease of our old place was finally over, even though we were completely moved in by the middle of October. I’m sure there are many of you out there who can relate, both to the workload and my naivety.
The other day I found myself thinking about my journey in minimalism and simplicity. Like most people I often focus way too much on what I have left to do, and not too much on what I have already accomplished. With that in mind I thought it might be fun to look back on some of the changes I have made over the years.
I know I’m late posting these, but finally I managed to write a post about my summer trip to NYC. We stayed for 10 days and had a ridiculously great time. Our temporary home was the Archer Hotel in Midtown and we absolutely loved it. The rooms are on the smaller side but super nice, the staff were nothing but wonderful, and they brought little treats up to our room every evening. What’s not to love?That’s me in our hotel bed, watching real American morning TV with my English Breakfast tea and Greek yoghurt.
That’s one of the favorite hypothetical questions of minimalist bloggers, don’t you find? What, amongst your hundreds or even thousands of possessions, would you actually save in a fire? Well, when two policemen pounded on our door at 4.30 am on Tuesday and told us to immediately evacuate our home all I could manage was to put on my coat and boots, grab The Poodle under my arm, and get the fuck out of there. It wasn’t our building that was on fire but one of the neighboring ones, but seeing as we live in one of the oldest areas of town where several hundred-plus-year-old wooden buildings stand wall-to-wall they weren’t taking any chances. By 5 in the morning more than 70 people were standing outside on the street, watching the fire and wondering whether we would have a home to return to by evening. I hadn’t even managed to grab my phone on the way out.
I’m a feminist…
- Because people tell me I’m lucky I have a man who likes to cook.
- Because I’m not even 30 and I have been asked about when I’m going to have children for nearly a decade.
- Because I’m not even sure I want children, and I am scared shitless of your reaction if it turns out that I don’t.
- Because people assume I’m bitter over the fact that my boyfriend has not yet proposed to me.
- Because people assume I dream of my future wedding when in reality I dread the thought of the expense, the work and the attention.
- Because you’re surprised to find out I’m into technology and gadgets.
- Because when I tell you where I work, your reply is more often than not “oh, so you work in insert-entry-level-position-here?”