mygiveawayme also forced me to confront scarcity: of space, time, attention. Giving away a thing made room—physical and psychic—to receive something else. But it also revealed privilege: the freedom to give is often possible only because someone else bears the need. That truth tugged at how I labeled items and how I asked for nothing in return.
They told me generosity was a currency you couldn’t spend too soon. So I opened a window named mygiveawayme and stepped inside. mygiveawayme
At first it felt like a sale: items listed, tidy photos, a few notes—“free to a good home.” People came and took things, thanked me, left. The rhythm was easy. But generosity, once given a form, asks questions back. mygiveawayme also forced me to confront scarcity: of