I’ve always been partial to a little minimalism. In fact, of all the ‘isms’, this is probably the one I feel most strongly about. And, despite being prey to the usual clutterings and accumulations that tend to accompany one through existence, I’m always on the look-out for ways to surround myself with less.
Packing to go away, then, is a particular pleasure and the perfect opportunity to condense my life down to just a bag or two. In my unencumbered youth (of not so long ago), I developed a habit of cycling alone round various countries – Denmark, Finland, Ireland – with hardly a square inch of bag space that hadn’t been premeditated and carefully allotted. And, whatever I took with me, I used – another satisfaction of this particular school of thought.
But I realised, even then, that a two-week cycling trip isn’t exactly an accurate reflection of the world, and I was generally happy to return to permanence, unpack my scant belongings and get back to normality and all the accoutrements that come with it. The pursuit of a minimalist existence continued, of course, but there were more support systems – and things – in place. Indeed, as a friend once said to me, it was perfectly possible to be minimalist if you had the support of those around you. And, as it happened, this particular friend was always delighted to offer any assistance (which meant back-up supplies and a good deal less minimalism on his part).
A few years down the line, and ‘things’ still aren’t really my thing. But anyone paying close attention will know I’ve recently been getting to grips with a very small machine, and I do believe that this particular acquisition is the closest I’ve come to achieving my aim. It’s in its element when impersonating other things: a telephone (of course), an alarm clock, a map, a torch, a compass... In short, it’s trying to usurp the places of all those many things I’ve been unable to separate myself from until now. It might just be time to get back on the bike and scale new heights of satisfaction.