How Traveling Made me a Minimalist — No Sidebar

About five years ago I was sitting in my tiny studio apartment in the center of Amsterdam, working as a freelance writer, thinking about how I needed a change.

It was rainy, grey and cold, and I was about six months away from decent terrace-sitting or picnicking-in-a-park weather. I hadn’t seen the sun in days and was practically living in my pyjamas. I was even lacking the energy…