So I moved this week. I was all like, la-de-da moving is wonderful and flowers and ponies and easy peasy. NO moving sucks, guys. It really, really sucks. It is hard, hot, and I have bruises. SO MANY BRUISES.
Let me step back a bit and say, besides the large pieces of furniture, bed, couch, coffee table, dining table and chairs, I moved everything myself, by hand, from my old apartment into my car, to the new apartment and carried it upstairs and unloaded. Maybe I am the world’s dumbest person for doing that, maybe I should have spent another 200 dollars and had someone pack it up, but I was determined to do a Zero Waste move using only the 9 boxes that I salvaged from the recycling center at work and all of my reusable bags.
Despite the sweat, the tears, the fact that my body hurts, and that I feel like I’m 97, I learned a valuable lesson, a lesson that took me sitting in a ball crying on the floor surrounded by all of my things to realize: I have way too much stuff.
Don’t get me wrong, I live in an apartment in Brooklyn (yay, Brooklyn!) so how much stuff can I really have? Well, it turns out that I have a lot more than I thought. It’s like, where did all of this sh*t come from??? Why do I have 40 mason jars, 7 extension cords, way too many pens, 80 books, a billion towels, and streamers, why do I have streamers!?
So here is what I did. I put away all of the “essentials”. Plates, cups I use most often, sheets, a few towels, and the kitchen equipment I use all the time and I left the rest on my counter and my floor and am going to spend the next two days asking myself “do I really need this right now?” If the answer is no, I am going to put it in a box that will be designated for Goodwill.
I thought I was a minimalist, but it turns out I’m probably tipping more towards the hoarder side and it’s terrifying. I find myself saying, okay, I might not need this party hat now, but one day, maybe, I will host a party and someone will want a hat. I need to stop doing that and stop being ridiculous and just say no to these things, because if and when the time comes I actually need a party hat I could either 1) make party hats out of newspaper or something or 2) forego hats altogether, will they really dictate the overall tone of the party? Come on, NO.
So I guess moving is good in the sense that I really evaluated my life and what I own and realized that I have too much stuff, but bad in the sense that I really had to take a hard look at myself and say, Lauren, you aren’t all that minimal girl, you have a LOT of crapola. So I take this experience as a point from where I will begin to purge and downsize. I can’t beat myself up about it too much because hey, we’re only human, and sometimes we collect, it happens, but I’m ready to live a life that isn’t weighted down by all of the things I own and live more with less.