While it's true that I've been seriously paring down my things over the last few weeks, one thing you might not know is that I've gone through this before. It all started in the fall of 2012 when I decided I would pack up my life and move across the country to be near the man I loved (who is now my husband). I was living in Missouri and he was in West Virginia at the time. The opportunity arose to work from home, so my office could follow me virtually anywhere! I'd been living on my own for quite awhile at that point and had a whole house full of things. I was motivated by the chance to find happiness to let go of everything I could to fund the move. So, I sold some furniture. I gave away my very favorite sectional couch (that was the biggest sacrifice...I loved that thing). I held a garage sale selling nearly everything I owned. Keepsakes and furniture I thought I could use in the future went into the smallest storage unit I could find and the rest was donated.
|My car selfie on the day I moved to West Virginia...|
|My beloved couch that I gave away (*tear*).|
My mom came to visit me about 3 months after I moved. That time with her may be one of our favorite memories because I acquired a second air mattress for her to sleep on. Then we eventually learned how to stack the air mattresses on top of each other to make a makeshift couch so we could watch television up off the floor. It was certainly an adventure. I had less than I'd ever had in things, but more than I'd ever had in joy and satisfaction with life.
Two years later, D and I had gotten engaged and then married. He moved in to the apartment with me and so did his things along with all the other items that I had acquired over that time and, before you know it, the apartment that once felt huge was cramped and full to capacity. When we packed up to move to Tennessee, we had an entire Uhaul truck full of stuff even after gifting my very loved Papisan Chair (how is it that I always have to let go of my favorite furniture?!) and a rickety, old couch I got at a second hand store to a couple of neighbors in the building. Every space since has felt very small and we have not stopped moving things around to make room for other things until recently!
Now, considering both D and I are at a point where we feel like we're living with one foot raised to step into our next adventure, I feel like paring down will make that step when we're finally able to take it a lot easier. I want to get to a point where it would only take a short time to gather up everything we own and go to the next place. Since I've experienced what it means to live with less, I feel like it's more than possible to do so now. Then I just have to figure out how not to accumulate so much more! I'm ready to get back to the less stuff and more joy and satisfaction with life. Every day and every item I rid myself of is a step back in that direction. I'm so excited!