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I've lived in the Nordics, after moving here from England, for 2 years. During these two years, just like for some years before I moved here, I've been practising extreme minimalism. The word extreme perhaps sounds too harsh, and I would rather describe this kind of minimalism using other adjectives such as serene, calm, harmonious, relaxing, loving, caring, adventurous, playful. During this time some items came and went (often they were not even mine), but I never really sat down to think more deeply about my relationship with the objects I live with, though I do it on some level often. Some recent unfoldings in my life made me think about spending more time in another country, and it prompted me to think about my relationship with objects again. Perhaps this is because I've kept the items I brought with me from northern Sweden and also got a few more items here in southern Finland. When my partner visited me, he left his t-shirt in my apartment and I started wearing it often. It made me think about him and also about the cat I used to live with. The cat didn't need any clothes, but she always seemed confident and happy. She inspired me much on my minimalist journey. Just like any other human being, I recognise that we are not cats, that clothes are an important part of culture and self expression. But at times inspiration comes from unusual or unexpected places. Most would probably say that my existing wardrobe was already extremely minimalist. I've not counted the items but the number would be less than 20. I noticed that I wasn't wearing all of them, and some of them I wore much more often than others. I decided to find a new home for the ones I was not using. It once again reminds me that a different mode of being is a journey.