What happens to all those miscellaneous drawers after a move? Do you dump them into boxes and procrastinate on addressing them until you need something? As I sorted through one such box of office supplies, I wondered: Are rubber bands trash or donatable? My mind flashed to the donation handlers at some thrift store somewhere, as I emptied their trash bins for probably the twentieth time on my shift, bagging up almost anything to sell.
As I gazed upon the otherworldly vastness of my depleting clutter empire, filling my apartment-mansion with innocent material wealth, I realized that somewhere between my Moving Zeal journey’s start in Winter 2018 and here in Spring 2019, my rose-colored glasses have shattered. I’m seeing crappy clutter rather than prized possessions. I continue photographing and sharing this journey in Downsizing Zeal because I am learning for myself what might be obvious to a neutral observer of these photographs.