Last spring, I spent 40 days in Tokyo, Japan, and found myself deeply inspired by the minimalist way of life.
I realized how many things—and thoughts—I still hold on to.

“Maybe it’s time to keep letting go, little by little.”
I first became aware of my tendency to own more than I needed during my Camino de Santiago pilgrimage two years ago.
Back then, I decluttered enthusiastically for a month or two, but the momentum faded quickly.

This time, I want to take it slow and steady—one item at a time.
At first, I wasn’t sure if I could even reach 100 items. But when I opened drawers I hadn’t touched in years, I rediscovered forgotten things and felt that maybe, just maybe, it was doable.

I want to enjoy the quiet joy of finding what I forgot, the sense of freedom that comes from letting go,
and the simple creativity of finding new ways to use what I already have.