January 5, 2020 I miss Japan. As I pack up to move from this here spot I find myself getting rid of a ton of clothing; as one does when moving in the big city. Makes me wonder how folks in Japan do it. They must have so much clothing in small living spaces. How. Does. One. Do. It. while it is a great feeling letting go I have a hard time and think over each pant shirt etc when will I want you next, even to glance at if not to feel the fabric…It’s been a really good feeling so far (no regrets YET, but it’s only been a few duffle bags full) but with each shirt, pant, shoe I debate I know I’m making the right choice. I hope they reach someone else and make them just as happy they made me feel when I acquired. This packing/move should be a television show actually. Do I let it go or hold onto… I think if I had a good buddy on the couch I’d show them piece by piece and ask “will i want to wear this again?” while there’s no real way to know, it would help to have another opinion. (not my stylist/wife). There’s theories such as if you haven’t worn in a season get rid of it but I’m more attached than that. Some ebay late night but many hunted from hours and years of thrifting. It’s not easy but I really do want to start almost over. I’ll move with a ton and probably hopefully unload so much more once landed. M’shana Makom, M’shana Mazel!