Beach house for sale
I used to live in a little house in Thailand. Life there was very simple for me because, as a foreigner, I was able to enjoy the advantages of the 'banana life' without being affected by the economic and social constraints faced by the local people. My work with the poorer children and their families in the community prevented me from seeing life through a rosy glow and I was very aware that even paradise has its serpents.
But during this time I learned how little I needed to live comfortably and happily - one sheet for the wooden platform bed, one saucepan in the lean-to kitchen, no cups (but plenty of glasses that had been given free with bottles of the local hooch!), one knife, a few bent forks and spoons - but absolutely NO ornaments, pictures, books, flowers, rugs, cushions or any of the other paraphernalia that fills my home and my life in England.
It was extremely liberating to be so unburdened by possessions, to live so simply with such freedom from the trivial decisions that demand so much of my time and attention in a house full of 'things', no matter how beautiful or useful. I now wage a permanent battle against clutter. I have a series of stages of removal - from downstairs to upstairs, from upstairs to attic, from attic to charity shop - that make clearance far less painful and create a serene spaciousness in my home.
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