Sometimes I just get completely overwhelmed by all the CRAP we have in our lives.
It struck me today as I was taking a break from sitting at my new Pier 1 office desk and staring our new 24" wide screen flat panel computer to put away a pile of laundry that consisted of one of Marc's 10,000 pairs of bike shorts. As I was cramming said shorts into an over-stuffed spare dresser placed conveniently in the "high performance" closet which is also bursting with jackets, sweaters, shoes and all sorts of other rarely used items (wedding dress excluded), I heard the Tivo ping a notice that it was going to start recording a new program.
The other day, Marc said if we move again, we'll definitely have to hire movers. That depresses me.
When I was in college, I left furniture behind in my trashy little houses because I just didn't need it. I moved in a single trip, borrowing the guy of the moment's truck and donating anything that wouldn't fit to neighbors and street corners. Now, our closets are overrun with "someday we might want it" things and our rooms are bursting with gadgets and miscellanea of all types.
While I wouldn't trade our red couch for any of the Goodwill specials I had in college, it would be nice to get back to a simpler time with less stuff.
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I hear you. When I moved after graduating from college, I fit everything I owned in the back of my truck-- it took 1 trip to move. For years, I had a "rule" that I would have only a fixed number of clothes hangers-- if I bought new clothes, I had to get rid of as many items as I bought, so I wouldn't end up with stuff I'd never wear.
Somewhere along the way, all of that changed. I now have more "stuff" than ever before. In many ways, though, I was much happier when I had much less.
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