This seemingly insurmountable task had me so anxious I had to do the right thing - procrastinate.
So as the day of my move to Bali arrived (oh yeah, wait I’m moving to Bali!?) I had to attempt the impossible. Mind you, this is coming from someone with an inherently strong shoe addiction, (okay I admit it, I’m addicted to jackets, clothes in general, let’s just call it for what it is - I’m a strong consumerist), hoarding 70 pairs of shoes in my one bedroom apartment in Stockholm before my Kon Marie neuroses was initiated through watching every Marie-Kondo-Netflix-episode in one go, which generated 12 cardboard boxes worth of “stuff-4-charity”.
I tried to envision my future self in Bali as I sat on my living room wooden floor, folding every single item the #MyKonMari way, in my newly purchased Antler suitcase, (which I had purchased the day before), with the only exception of my panties and came up with multiple epithets like “power-business-yogini-surfer/DJ” as I folded my pinstripe suit trousers neatly next to my strappy green snakeskin dress and all of my sport brahs.
This resulted in a instagram friendly #MyKonMari suitcase photo where I for the first time in my life used those straps that all suitcase sport, you know, the ones that cross over your belongings and “holds everything in place”, and I was astounded! I have only ever even noticed them as those annoying parts that gets in the way of me trying to force shut my suitcase, mounted on top of it, tugging at the sipper with just enough force for it not to break.
But what had me mind blown was weighing my suitcase at the airport, realising I had only used two thirds of my bags capacity as it weighed in at 18,2 kg... (The bag itself weighs 3,4 kg).
So did I fit my entire life into a 30 kg suitcase?
The answer is, hell no.
Thank God for the shopping in Bali…