i used to be very minimalistic in my teen years, everything had to have it's own place and be perfectly organized or i'd start twitching (something undiagnosed, probably. it's fine.) somewhere along the way i started to get very sentimental with my things, i think it came with the thrifting addiction. realizing how much value all those things have and how many lives they lived before i found them is just really interesting to think about. the things you keep says a lot about you, and what better form of expression than filling my space with things that i love and feel connected with? colors and textures that bring me peace? the world is a disaster so keeping small things to spark joy is crucial!!!