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.