I found minimalism in June, about eight months ago. ย In eight months, I have gotten rid of over half my belongings and I really don’t miss any of them. ย I even have a tower of more things to go just hanging out in my living room waiting for a new home. ย 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.
However:
I am in a committed long-term relationship with this cat, and cats are not conducive to a nomadic lifestyle. ย Zoe is my rescue kitty. ย I adopted her in June 2009, and I have never loved a pet the way I love her. ย She loves me unconditionally, and she keeps me sane. ย Being responsible for another living being is a really important thing sometimes. ย 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. ย Cats require stuff, like a litter box, litter scoop, litter, food, dishes, toys, carrier, etc. ย I have a cat and I have cat stuff. ย 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. ย I still want all my possessions to fit in my car, though. ย I’m a work in progress.
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