Second admission: I have too much stuff.
My last house I lived in a 750 square foot cottage on half an acre. I didn’t particularly like the house, but I loved the yard.
Moving into it, I had too much. It got crammed into nooks with no hope of me going through it. That was my fault. I hadn’t at the time learned about decluttering and minimalism. It was only when I was nearly moving out that I started getting rid of stuff. Over twenty boxes went to Goodwill, and more went in the trash. Just stuff that had accumulated.
I talk with friend about accumulation often. It’s amazing all that stuff that we keep in case we need.
Now, I’ve been in the same place for over two years. And if you’ve read the blog for a while, you know I’m a bibliophile with a penchant for acquiring new books.
But I want to live lighter. I want to live more nimbly, and more simply. With less, one is freer to travel and explore. With less, there is less to clean. Less to look through when searching for something.
How much does one need? Admittedly, much, much less than I currently have.