It was the fourteenth of August 2013 when I first bought the apartment. I was sitting in the empty house as tears were rolling on my face. I couldn’t believe that one day I would own a home. I couldn’t believe what I had achieved half of my life journey.
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First of all, happy birthday to you, P. Yes, I remember August is the month of your birthday. You’re only eight months older than me. I hope you’ve got all the love from your family and friends, because you absolutely deserve it. I know we’ve just met and barely know…
Minimalism is underrated. What is it all about young minimalists — primarily straight white males? Have they become minimalists because their career success is too much to bear? Are they young graduates who only start their career? So they’re minimalists set by default? Are they lazy people?
I laughed at…
I could breathe this bitterly cold night, shivering beneath your shooting star.
I could hold the moon from the sun, the blue sky from the pouring rain.
I could paint the night to be the day of light, and wash our fading age away.
For the silver heart of yours was young and mine,
For the golden skin of yours blessed me with warmth,
For the vigorous arms of yours wrapped me unharmed,
Only if you asked me.
Before I dig into how I got to embracing minimalism as my final lifestyle choice, let me introduce myself. I am at the age heading toward fifty now. I’m single and live in a 63 square metre one-bedroom apartment in Sydney West suburb. …
I’ve been living in a 63 square metre apartment for eight years in Sydney Western suburb. Now it is finally up for sale. But why am I selling my place now if everything is okay? Letting go of the eight-year memories has never been so easy.
Sarah Lindberg, writing for…
Since the night I met P for a one-night-stand hookup, I can’t stop thinking about him. His smell lingers still. What is his perfume? He smelled good that night. Those balmy lips delighted me. His dark eyes were like two gleaming marbles, warming up the aging, cold soul of mine.
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It feels like it has been for ages I haven’t been writing much for Medium. I wanted to write constantly and post regularly, but many priorities of life have taken many turns. Since Medium ended its curation, nothing else could motivate me to write and post any quality blogs.
Once…
When I visited Bali in January 2013, I wouldn’t have thought that my life had leapt out from a broken heart man to an elevated, enlightened one. At the time, Bali just healed from the wound of religiously motivated violent extremism. Tourism regrew its roots, and sprouts of hopes emerged…
No, it is not happening to the two LGBTQI friends of mine. They just passed away in two separate parts of the world. In fact, no one knew the end of their existence. Their deaths are heard through the wind of rumours. …
A newly converted Novocastrian & a storyteller. I story-tell travel, minimalism, mindfulness & anything in between. talesoftraveler.com
