Minimalism & Moving

green wooden chair on white surface

I read The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up soon after it came out and before Marie Kondo was REALLY popping in the way she is now. Even before then, I always pushed for a minimalist aesthetic. I really don’t know why. All things considered, my parents are baby boomers who flexed opulence, but I never really cared about stuff.

In fact, when we made the move from one house to another,  there was a lot that I didn’t want to take with me. Even as I hopped from apartments for the pursuit of lower rent, there was still stuff that I wasn’t so attached to so I ended up ditching it as well.

It’s not to say there isn’t stuff I like, because there definitely is, but I have very little of those things that I hold near and dear to my heart. I have a couch. A bed. Clothes. A TV. Some books. Some decor. That’s pretty much it.

Everything else that I’ve ever gained I’ve found through friends, thrift shops or curb side pick ups.

I don’t know if it’s because of the generation I’m from where we’re not quite as well off as our parents or if I have a different list of priorities, but things never swayed me.

Now that I’m in a state of moving yet again, let me tell you how EASY the process is this time around.

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It feels this effortless!

Sure, I’ve accumulated a few extra things that I really didn’t want and I gave them away easily, but those things that I have kept near and dear I smile at. It’s not just a haphazard game of rolling my eyes at an accumulation of random stuff and shoving it into a box. Everything I own has a purpose. Everything neatly placed in a box like a game of Tetris.

This is a clock I received as a gift when I was a teenager and a Buddha statue I received at the same time. This is a shelf that was custom made by a friend. This is a lamp my mother gave me for my first apartment that came to light several other places I lived. This is a picture made by a friend.

I say all this to say that the journey of minimalism isn’t one that makes you lose anything at all. You gain so much more and it reveals to you exactly what is important to your life. Things are tools. They may be tools for comfort, or nourishment or even entertainment, but they’re nothing more.

At the end of the day, you’re the real magic force behind the tools. The bigger question is how are you using the tools to serve yourself and the world around you?

blown

 

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