You often don’t realise just how much “stuff” you have until you are in a situation where you have to get rid of it. Now is that time for me. Over the past few months I have been slowly chiselling away at the hoard of stuff I have transported with me for years since leaving home, going to uni and starting the world of work. Gathering more and more excess baggage with each move.
The pinch came when I moved out of the accommodation I’d lived in for almost 4 years into my partners’ newly bought, but sufficiently small, 2 bedroom flat. Yet, technically, I wasn’t even moving in! I was heading off to London… which meant a teeny-tiny room in a small house share. Urgh. A lot of that “excess baggage” had to go.
So the clothes were culled, the shoes, the handbags, the mass of unused toiletries, the coats, the electronics, the files of old, now useless uni work, the random letters that had accumulated in the ‘look at later’ pile… No corner came away unscathed. If it was still in good nick it went to charity shops (at least 10 big black bags), others to the public recycling bins, the rest went in the rubbish.
I felt a real mix of emotions… total loss then clarity, panic then bliss, frustration yet achievement, but particularly resentment at my partner for adding so much pressure to clear it all out. I know it was for the best, I know it needed to be done, but someone telling you it needs to be done just makes it feel less of a personal win.
Nonetheless, the clear out made me realise just how much money I was wasting on things I never used and how I was being driven by trend and desire, not need and requirement.
When was the last time you had a clear out?