Not only are we officially moved into our rental house, but about 90% of our stuff is here now, too. We’ve had to retrieve all the things we stored in various places over the last couple weeks. That’s been a real adventure.
We have a whole new perspective on THINGS and STUFF after living without so much for so long.
Our RV never felt like it lacked anything. We had everything we needed to live comfortably and beyond. There were very few instances when we couldn’t cook something or play something or enjoy something because we didn’t have the right thing or enough stuff for it.
When we moved out of our nearly 4k sq. foot home, we purged A LOT. And it felt great! It also felt a little scary. We gave away so much (and sold a little bit). I worried we’d have to replace a lot of that stuff, but it didn’t make sense to pay for it to sit in storage.
Now that we’ve emptied our storage unit and got back most of what we leant out (that we can remember), I am confused how I lead myself to believe we had, like, nothing left. Oh my word, we still have WAY TOO MUCH.
When we began to fill this home with the few things we had from the RV and a couple pieces borrowed or returned from family members, it was feeling exactly how we wanted a home to feel- comfortable, but light. The stuff felt manageable. Sure, we needed some things still- beds, dressers, laundry baskets, a few dishes, a table- but most of our basics were in place.
Scott got back with the contents of our 10×10 storage unit yesterday, and we are starting to feel a bit overwhelmed. We looked at each other wide-eyed as we filled our garage and living room with decor pieces and boxes of toys and books and clothes (so many clothes!) that we fully know serve us no purpose now. Our family has not missed them, and we honestly forgot they existed. I kept saying, “Wait, WHY did we keep THIS?… I could swear I thought I sold THAT.”
Today is not unpacking day. Today is the first day of probably quite a few when we look at all of this stuff and decide what we can put right back in the truck and drop off at a donation site.
We could physically feel the stress of all these things piling up. Nothing is worth that, y’all. Be rid of what’s not serving you. THINGS come and go, but your mental health can’t be swapped on the Facebook Marketplace.