I remember when i first moved out of my parents house to study in a new city. At that time, the only thing accompanying me was my suitcase, my laptop and my phone. I have always been a minimalist by heart, but recently I found out that I might have slipped up during those three years of college. The thing is that I am in less than 5 days  moving back  with my parents again and it is not an option to bring back ten boxes of god knows what. The inevitable was upon me so I had to dig deep down into the minimalist in me and come up with some ideas to go from ten boxes to three.


The first thing i did was that I visualized my new space. Luckily for me, I am familiar with my parents home so I know what kind of space I have at my disposal. With this in mind, I went ahead and started throwing away everything that didn’t comply with my idea of minimal and clean space.

The second thing I did was that I discarded the duplicates. I went through all my stuff and put one of each thing I had collected two off, over the years, into a box. This part was probably the easiest for me.

Like most people, I don’t tend to re-read books that I have already read. So that is why the third thing I did was sort my books into a read-pile and an unread one. I then percedet to donate the books that I have already read. I should probably tell you that this was the hardest thing for me to do. The thing is that we humans tend to regard the pain of losing something to be greater than having it. I also kind off felt guilty for leaving behind something that I valued so much, but in reality didn’t have any use for.


The last thing I did was that I went through my clothes. I, like many others, have a few items of clothing that I never wear and that I probably won’t wear in the future either. This being the case, it should’ve been easy to throw those away, but of course that  feeling of guilt was lingering around as usual. Initially, anything that I hadn’t worn in the past one to three years was donated or thrown away. Every elimination brought on feelings of grief and guilt, but fortunately I got my friends to strong-arm me into donating or throwing away those items.









Yes, i am going to move back in with my parents. And no, it is not voluntary. This coming year I am going to take a gap year. As amazing as this sounds, it has definitely  it’s drawbacks. The biggest being that my bank account will most likely be drier than Jay Z’s lips. So whats a guy have to do to fill his stomach with more than just air and saliva? move in with your parents of course.

I am not gonna lie. Living with my parents will have it’s sweet perks.  Everything is basically free. I don’t have to do my own laundry. And best of all, I don’t have to show myself from my best side; They already know who they are dealing with.

But on the other hand you have the downsides that from time to time will make you pack your suitcase faster than you can blink.

  1. There is no leaving the house without telling your parents where you are going, who you are going with and when you are coming home.


  2. There is no escaping those uncomfortable dinner-table conversations, or more like interrogations.  “Have you got a job yet, when are we going to get grandchildren, why are you wasting your life”.


  3. Binge watching Netflix is no longer considered “valid use of time”.


  4. There is no more waking up at dinner time because observing your sleeping pattern is probably your parents favourite activity.


  5. And of course there is no less awkward way to tell people that you are living at your parents house again.