Newly freed up time has meant that I've got back into the habit of reading. Of course it's a good one to have. My book at the moment was a past bestseller, Viktor Frankl was a holocaust survivor who spent three years in concentration camps including Auchwitz. Man's Search For Meaning is about how humans make sense of life, even when their existence is at its most brutal, and thus find reason to continue living. It's a beautiful read, needless to say, powerful and thought provoking stuff. Frankl talks about entering the first camp with nothing no even the hair on his body, as detainees were completely shaved. We have so much in comparison yet are often grumpy when confronted with the slightest discomfort. I remembered that when I couldn't queue bust and get my dirty laundry in the one and only working washing machine yesterday.
As I predicted I'm already finding that some of the things that I thought I needed are redundant or annoying to have around. Saving money by using electricity, which is included in the cost of the pitch, was on my mind when I brought along the Dualit kettle. But it has to be moved every time I want to use the cooker or sink so it's going to the under desk storage area. A few more clothes are off to the charity shop. My tight, sock and underwear collection has been pared down. I could do with a couple more bras, a measuring jug and shoe polish for my walking boots though. Some binoculars for wildlife watching and general nosiness would be lovely but they can wait and be an extra special treat.
Last week was immensely hard work but it's been worth it as I'm content, cosy and already time richer, as evidenced by the fact that I now have my nose in a paperback. Everything that I need in this 6 x 2 metre space. My wish list just contains wants that I could get by without. I'd already sussed that there is way more to life than the constant accumulation of 'stuff'. So many don't realise this but I am one of those blessed to have worked this out.