“Stuff” is a funny thing. It’s useful. It’s pretty. Sometimes it’s both.
I think I’ve mentioned before how my house is decorated *exactly* how I always wanted. It definitely falls into the “both” category of function and beauty. Now I find myself at the point of getting rid of said stuff.
It’s weird.
As of today, I’ve made 3 donation trips with a FULL car. Clothes, skis, random metal art you’re supposed to put on the wall (I think), books, movies, and various kitchen spoons and whatnot. Where in the WORLD did I get all this stuff?! Some of it has certainly been more difficult to part with, but I think I’m getting the hang of it.
Don’t think, just pack. Don’t think, just drive. Don’t think, just hand it to the nice lady.
Lest you think I have tiny house cold feet, I am actually totally stoked about moving in to my little house and only using stuff I actually need and not carting around a load of crap everywhere I go. Today, however, I found myself hesitating.
It all started when I decided to rip off the proverbial band-aid and sell all the big stuff.
“But I LIKE that dresser! I refinished it all by myself and it looks cool!”
“That was the first couch I ever bought…”
“…and I’m pretty sure I can get that table to fit in the tiny house….right?”
Yes, all of these conversations I’ve had with myself over the past several months. And especially today.
It has officially been online for 7 hours and I’ve sold my couch, dresser, dining table and chairs, mirror, coffee table and side table. Maybe even the TV stand.
That was fast. Thankfully, it wasn’t the type of band-aid that breaks or gets stuck in your arm hair.
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