I’ve always been a bit of a seasonal junkie. There’s something about watching the world transform outside my window that makes me itchy for change inside too. Growing up, my mum would haul out enormous plastic bins every few months, swapping beach towels for Christmas decorations, summer clothes for winter woolens. The process was exhausting and by the time I had my own flat, I’d sworn to break the cycle. “I’ll keep things simple,” I…