becoming less minimalist

I messaged my friend Suliman: “Don’t roast me too hard, but I bought the two cutest Usahanas.” after I had ordered a medium sized Sanrio plushie and a small one to attach to a bag. Aptly, he replied: “I mean, she‘s cute. But girl, you have so much HKIA merch at this point. When is your minimalism gonna kick in?” That made me laugh, and it’s true. It also brings up a change I have noticed in myself for a while now. I think in a way, I have become less minimalist, and in some ways even maximalist. I’m still not a big consumer and I prefer my space to be rather empty, decluttered and clean, but some of my rules and tastes have evolved. ☁️☁️☁️ My drive for minimalism already started as a teen. I felt easily overwhelmed, and my room was my refuge. The rest of the apartment I shared with my mother was very, very cluttered; not hoarder-levels of disarray, but she loved filling every free space. The dining table was always semi-full of little trinkets, newspapers, letters, sales brochures,…