Although moving-house is a catalyst of being minimalist, some papers, cards and memory, just cannot be dansyari.
So far, I have moved ten times in my life. The eleventh time will be moving from Germany to the UK.
Every time you move a new house, it means you have to re-examine all your belongings, which ones to lose and which ones to keep, and you have to struggle for a long time before making a decision. Follow Marie Kondo’s tidying technique and ask yourself, “Does this thing spark joy?”
Recently I’ve been tidying up my “memory box”, where I put all the cards/notes I’ve received. I read them all over one by one.
“Oh! Friend A once wrote me a Christmas card from Australia!”
“Friend B’s handwriting is so beautiful, oh… I haven’t contacted her for a long time…”
“Hahaha! Does friend C still remember that she wrote me this note?”
However, I found some messages are too general, such as: “Happy Birthday, All the Best!” Can you feel their sincerity? I find it difficult.
There are also some small cards. Even though there was a name written, but I have no idea who wrote it to me. Sorry, those will go directly into the trash can.
Besides, some birthday cards are written by my former colleagues. Because of the company culture, a birthday card is sent for a colleague’s birthday, and then all colleagues have to write a message and sign their name. Japanese colleagues usually write: “お誕生日おめでとう！素敵な一年になりますように” (Happy birthday, I hope you will have a good year). I just hope there’ll be more personalised messages.
Fortunately, there are some small notes, which really reflect the personality of the friend, as well as the small story between the two of us. The following one is a classic.
Here is the note:
“Remember, don’t play zombie in India. Otherwise many Indian will be scared by you!”
It all began from the popular Korean zombie movie “Train to Busan”. Those days I couldn’t help but suddenly transformed to a zombie in the office. Yes, in the office. It’s hilarious! (Maybe too much stress :-))
Forgot the hilarious zombie transformation scene? Let’s do a replay.
Yesterday I sent a photo of this note to my ex-colleague friend, and she replied: “I’m dying of laughter! Why are you keeping it?”
Thanks to her warm reminder, Curry Boys’s parents did not kick me out of the house!
