In the autumn of 2024, the first thing on my post-break-up agenda was an overhaul of my surroundings. I didn’t cut off all my hair, I didn’t book an extravagant trip and I certainly did not seek comfort in a rebound — but I did go buck wild with decluttering. Not to negate any of the aforementioned coping mechanisms, but breaking up can be expensive enough, and what better way to reclaim a sense of agency over one’s life than to clean out an overflowing wardrobe?
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