Well, not a proper scrapbook. Not some pinterest worthy, Lesley Knope-esque scrapbook. No glitter.
In truth, it’s just a blank book where I can stick little bits like business cards and ticket stubs and maybe leave a blunt review or a few words of endearment about the day/trip/event. Simple stuff.
But yes, regardless of whether or not there are pretty bows or glitter or shiny pages or whatever, it very much is a scrapbook.
The reasons that I went to Tiger and picked up a £1 notebook are numerous. It acts as a way of keeping track of my life here in Paris, it gives all the little bits of paper that I seem to collect a little home so they don’t all get lost, and it provides me with something to do in the evening or if its raining. Still all pretty simple.
Simple is something that I’ve decided to embrace more and more.
My flat is ghostly white and almost empty aside from the predominantly white furniture. Everything I own also seems to be becoming whiter and whiter as I grow into the space. I don’t own many things in France because I just can’t take it all too and from Paris without any kind of logistical help. I use pretty much everything I own on the reg.
This whole ‘minimalism’ thing does not come naturally to me. I like to have a lot of things around me. I like to have a lot of options, even if I end up choosing the same things over and over. You should have seen the great piles of things I have taken to uni for the past two years. I think at one point I owned 15 mugs. I am a hoarder, or at least, I used to be.
To be honest, I’m actually really enjoying Paris this time around (so far, anyway). Sure it gets lonely at times, and at times I’m bored out of my mind, but most of the time I really am having a great time.
I think the reason for all this positivity is that I’m more accepting of the fact that Paris might be awful. It might be long and boring and tiring, it might be lonely and stifling and cold. Because of this, I notice the little smiles just that little bit more.
I feel like I want to keep cutting down on the things I own and the overwhelming things that I do and think and say. Owning less and forcing myself to do less has really opened my eyes.
Sometimes you need to slow down. You need to slow right down to nothing in order to really feel the things around you and experience the world outside your front door. You need to clasp hold of the things that really do make you happy and you need to get rid of the things that bring you down, even if that means letting go of some of your own characteristics and traits.
This little scrapbook is just the start of what is going to be a big change for me. A big change.
Do you have a way of keeping your memories fresh?
How do you feel about the minimalist trend?