Renewal isn't exactly the right word, but since I rent, 'renovation' really isn't, either. But this entry is all about describing the title, isn't it? So I suppose that it really doesn't matter much.
For some reason I have slowly begun the process of purging my apartment of all my built-up excess possessions, and, in a way, started to accept that I'm an adult. For six years now, since I moved to San Jose, I've had boxes of untouched belongings, mainly books and old computer equipment, filling my closets. In addition, I've had various pieces of furniture that I didn't really like, but which were given to me, not to mention an overwhelming number of dishes, glasses, and pieces of silverware.
I've decided that I'm slimming down. I am getting rid of the bulk of my extraneous belongings, those which fill shelves and closets, but which I rarely or never touch. For the forseeable future, I will be limiting the bulk of my media (books, movies, music) purchases (and indeed, limiting those!) to what I can buy online and store in the same amount of space, on my computers. In addition, I've begun the slow process of revitalizing my kitchen, with new cooking implements, including nice pots and pans. I intend to save money -- and establish more of a link to my home -- by cooking for myself as often as is practical.
It feels good. I don't really know what more to say about it, now that I sit here in front of the mostly empty screen. Removing clutter from my apartment feels like removing clutter from my mind. And it is a really pleasant thing, that.
I thank whatever motivated me to do so.