Things started in a summer several years ago when I was in university. I had spent a semester sleeping in friends' couches, kept tooth brush in the computer lab locker and showered in the gym. Any excessive weight in my sack caused great discomfort. I felt ecstatic when finishing a bottle of shampoo and throwing it to the trash can. I struggled in the shop when I had to buy another bottle because my hair started to smell.
Gradually, I have got my own bed, my own room and my own flat, I still hate to possess things permenantly. All my furnitures have been either portable or disposable. Most of them are my proud collection from the dumpsters. My neighbours are quite used to the scene of a little Chinese girl carrying a computer stand or a 3-meter long wood log through the gate in the middle of the night.
I hate to see things in my kitchen or bathroom. Concealing them seems the only way to make peace with myself. I cannot believe I have bought them in the first place. But the cruel truth is that I need them to moisturise my skin and sterilise the kitchen work surface.
I feel guilty when taking garbage out or turning up the water tab. Have I fully utilised them? Are those materials used to the absolute limit? How should I minimise the water comsumption? It is truely interesting to plan and scheme my way through those chores in every day life. Somehow the idea that nothing is indispensible makes me very happy. I think I am going to get a composite pot to consume the kitchen waste.
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That's not all bad, thinking about how many trees you have saved!!
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