At one point, I had a lot of stuff. Then we moved to a small apt, got rid of a lot of stuff, but rented a big storage place for the rest of it, which we didn't touch for a year+. Built a house and filled it up with all that stuff and more stuff. Got divorced, moved to a small studio apt and let go of a lot of stuff, but still had too much. Married again, brought too much stuff with me, but managed not to add to it.
Looming foreclosure and bankruptcy had us thinking we would do the tiny house thing, so we drastically downsized our life and lifestyle, got rid of pretty much all stuff except for necessities. Then she left, we became me, and instead of thinking tiny house, I stumbled onto vandwelling. Which was impetus for even further pruning of stuff out of my life.
And I still have too much, still need to sort through about half a small storage unit, and do a final purge.
Feels great, freeing, to be relieved of responsibility for so much stuff I was not using and probably would never use.
