I did all that six months ago when I left New Zealand and a relationship. Now it’s just me, the dog and a tiny bungalow. When I unpacked the stuff I had packed over six months before I realised how much of it I could’ve left behind.
Until we downsized our house and lifestyle, we didn’t realize how suffocated we were. Less really is more. We could have afforded to keep what we had, but didn’t have the need or desire. We are free now. It’s sad that half our lives we gradually worked to accumulate things and are spending this half trying to get rid of it all. So much of what we valued but purged, nobody wanted! So congratulations on your new lifestyle! You won’t miss what you had.
That’s what we keep finding! These “treasures” that we’ve held on to, and spent so much time and money making sure we kept safely stashed in closets or storage units… no one wanted to buy any of it. Very little of it, anyway. And they would only buy it at rock bottom prices.
So all of that became pointless waste.
Now that we’re clearing things out, the little twinges of regret are nothing. Easily dismissed. Because as far as any deeper part of me knows, all that stuff is still in a closet somewhere.
I did all that six months ago when I left New Zealand and a relationship. Now it’s just me, the dog and a tiny bungalow. When I unpacked the stuff I had packed over six months before I realised how much of it I could’ve left behind.
Good luck with your transition to a simpler life.
Until we downsized our house and lifestyle, we didn’t realize how suffocated we were. Less really is more. We could have afforded to keep what we had, but didn’t have the need or desire. We are free now. It’s sad that half our lives we gradually worked to accumulate things and are spending this half trying to get rid of it all. So much of what we valued but purged, nobody wanted! So congratulations on your new lifestyle! You won’t miss what you had.
That’s what we keep finding! These “treasures” that we’ve held on to, and spent so much time and money making sure we kept safely stashed in closets or storage units… no one wanted to buy any of it. Very little of it, anyway. And they would only buy it at rock bottom prices.
So all of that became pointless waste.
Now that we’re clearing things out, the little twinges of regret are nothing. Easily dismissed. Because as far as any deeper part of me knows, all that stuff is still in a closet somewhere.