Whenever I move, I shedded a little more.
I guess I tend imperceptibly a bit more each time to a voluntary simplicity IN ...
Stuff that I could get rid unthinkable in recent moves, now find themselves ready to make the happiness of other humans.
I always found saving to clean his closet (read: to dust off the habit, to unclog the "routinage).
BEATITUDE
There is a kind of therapy every time in this commotion of battle in this chaotic jumble of stuff that we judge with a view sometimes severe, sometimes nostalgic useful or not. But even if there 's still a must that I can not send any wind, I find that having the move, it puts his wife!
It's like a brainstorming what I want and I do not want.
And there 's one of those things love for life. Ce of the same! ;)
And it goes far beyond whether the so-called sandal-chic, I'll wear it well end up one day.
Therapy, I tell you! For those who are more sedentary than myself, the worse I know you're a bad package because it not too hard to be more stable than me, try for the pleasure it brings. you tell me the news!
With all that, I still found my adorable poncho teen-to-16-years-to-vegetation-the-corner-of-fire-with-his-rolling machine-to-Drum-and-odor -of-spring! Well, I know, he is awesome in my eyes, but brace yourself: It still makes me! And I intend to see soon, even if it's longer than I lug around that age I was when I bought it.
Admit it'll be cute, perhaps, a 'good-tite 75 year old woman with a poncho ... hehehe
Well, not that that j'vous Zaim, but I have to continue my therapy here ...
