I found minimalism in June, about eight months ago. In eight months, I have gotten rid of over half my belongings and I really don’t miss any of them. I even have a tower of more things to go just hanging out in my living room waiting for a new home. I still feel like I have too many things.
I am infatuated with the idea of being nomadic, just moving from place to place with a laptop and a week’s worth of clothing, working from wherever I am, traveling, and living a simple life.
I am in a committed long-term relationship with this cat, and cats are not conducive to a nomadic lifestyle. Zoe is my rescue kitty. I adopted her in June 2009, and I have never loved a pet the way I love her. She loves me unconditionally, and she keeps me sane. Being responsible for another living being is a really important thing sometimes. Life can get pretty overwhelming, and knowing that this little kitty relies on me has pulled me out of many dark places. Look at that face.
Zoe is one reason I will never be a 100-things minimalist. Cats require stuff, like a litter box, litter scoop, litter, food, dishes, toys, carrier, etc. I have a cat and I have cat stuff. That is not likely to change soon, especially since boyfriend has three cats that would become our cats in the event we ever lived together.
But not being a 100-things minimalist is totally okay, because this is my life and I get to define it for myself. I still want all my possessions to fit in my car, though. I’m a work in progress.