How do you fit everything in two boxes?
More to the point; how do you fit everything that is not necessary to everyday life in two boxes (all my everyday stuff will go into one bag, but that’s a story for another day)? How do you decide what things you want to keep forever and what things, though cherished, are not necessary for your future self?
As I’m trying to make this decision, I’m being unusually ruthless. If something can be replaced at a later point, it can go. If something is just pleasant, but not particularly useful, goodbye. If I haven’t used something in the past six months, I probably never will. This ruthlessness is refreshing. I almost feel a sense of catharsis knowing that I won’t have all this clutter around anymore. Unfortunately, I am a classic over-thinker.
What if I loved something more than I thought and getting rid of it comes back to haunt me in ways more sinister and terrible than I could ever imagine? OK, that’s melodramatic, but I really hope the benefits of leaving all my stuff behind outweigh the remorse.
What about the things that you really don’t need, but were given to you as gifts? There are so many beautiful things I own that someone I love has given to me. I don’t want to offend them by selling or giving away their gifts, but at the same time how many figurines am I going to need? Actually, how many figurines does anyone need?
I’m sure there are plenty more things to consider when ditching a life’s worth of possessions. I’d be fascinated to hear about other people’s experiences with drastic de-cluttering. If you have thoughts or feelings on the matter, leave a comment.
The brilliant thing about all of this is that some of my possessions require no deliberation at all. I am only just beginning to discover what an inordinate amount of crap I own. Not just own, but have carried around with me from one house to another, and another, and another! I have moved house 11 times in my life. As I’m only 25, I thought that made me a bit of an expert at packing. Not so. I have, for example, packed and carried around paperwork from a bank account that I closed 10 years ago. Why the hell did I do that? Then there’s all the stuff that I kept thinking that it would come in handy one day. Well, let me tell you, the big box of scrapbooking gear hasn’t been used in eight years and I now know will never be used by me. If anyone wants scissors that cut all kinds of cool patterns on paper, come on down to the garage sale on Sunday.
So now I have two boxes to fill. What’s inside when I’m done will probably be my truest reflection.