People (myself included) sometimes joke that I am a hoarder. I have a lot of stuff.
Clothes, books, trinkets, gifts, games, toys, collectibles, crafts, office supplies, etc… I have a serious problem with sentimental attachment to items, and I am a sufferer of “Just In Case” Syndrome. I can’t throw away that shoelace, what if I need to make an emergency tourniquet with it? I can’t get rid of that fluffy pen, what if I lose every other pen I own? Pay stubs from undergrad work study? Might need those. Every single membership/loyalty card to every single store? Think of the savings I’d miss. I’ll lose that weight. I’ll wear that next fall. I will definitely get around to reading that book. Those books. Half my books.
This week, I am moving into my first apartment. And I really don’t want to move all this stuff with me. It’s 500 square feet! I can’t FIT all of my stuff in there without it honestly looking like an episode of Hoarders.
So I started reading up on minimalism, and was inspired by the Miss Minimalist blog. I decided to purge my personal inventory of the things I didn’t need. It’s been an interesting few days since I decided to do so.
This blog will chronicle my adventure to less.