"Extreme minimalism" is what my
friend told me after visiting my house. And she asked me that "Isn't it
uncomfortable?"
I don’t have a lot of furniture, but there are
a bed and a dining table except for a sofa. I do not like the big sofa
occupying the room. There were the set of 4pieces of bowl. But I found the set
of 8 pieces of Mikasa bowl suddenly came out from the deep inside the cupboard.
I guess someone who lived before forgot to take it.
Unless the guests come, the
refrigerator is also almost empty. Of course, the guests do not come
often. Eating is as simple as living. In
the morning, eat oatmeal, at lunch, my husband wraps the lunch box and goes to
the studio. In the evening, we simply eat kimchi and a soup or fish with vegetables.
It seems to be the small room with a bamboo
pole hanging from the ceiling in the temple engraved in my head a long time
ago.
The moment I entered the room in the cold
winter mountain temple, the bamboo pole were hanging from the ceiling shook slight
as if it was welcoming me. The casual of yellow cardboard floor and the
wallpaper of the Changhoji led me that I lay tired on the heated floor. After a
short nap, I felt as if I had recovered from the fatigue of my winter journey.
In the freezing wind, I grabbed collar and
followed someone’s footsteps on the snow to find a kitchen that smelled that
was rising into the murk sky. The soybean soup, potato drowsiness and
vegetables, which made the unique taste with intimate liver, are so delicious.
That short and distant memory scene of forms follows me all my life, forming a
part of my lifestyle.
If I have a lot of things, it is hard to clean
and manage, and get tired easily. I don't like the fact that large furniture
overpowers their owners in small place. I hate wandering around to buy things.
Walking into the home through a park filled with fresh air and smell of grass,
when I see a stack of furniture I feel suffocated as if I am trapped in a
garbage can.
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