We’re in Las Vegas, cleaning out our storage unit. Trying to find homes for all of the things in there. Since we’ve been living without all of these things for a year, it’s perfectly reasonable to say that we don’t need them. That’s the rule, right? Live without it for a year and you’ve proven that you don’t need it. And if we don’t need it and we’re not enjoying it, then we’re just being greedy. And that greed is a disservice to 1) the item which could be having a life where it was useful to somebody, 2) the person who may need or enjoy the thing we’re hoarding, and 3) ourselves, who have to pay to store all the things.
So goes the theory anyway. When Allison and I hear from folks that they envy our lifestyle, one of the things we think but can’t articulate is that they probably wouldn’t like it. Besides the general feelings of incompetence we’ve described ad nauseum, another big problem is living in other people’s stuff. Rented stuff is actually pretty crappy. The stuff we own is awesome. The stuff in storage. The stuff we’re getting rid of.
Like our dresser. It has just the right number of little and medium sized drawers. It’s perfect for the way we like to fold our things. Our couch was super comfy and the perfect size for the two of us. We searched all over to get that couch. And it’s great. So many good clothes that would look fabulous on us…
It’s almost done. We’re keeping more than we thought we would. Things that are sentimental, things that we will need immediately when/if we settle down, other things we can’t bear to get rid of. It will be 4 boxes probably. Down from a 10×10 storage unit.
If you encounter any of our things in your own travels, please be kind to them. And tell them they are missed.