I haven’t moved far – yet – but I’ve moved often. Then I lost my childhood blue and lime green bedroom last year when my parents sold the house. Good-bye, time capsule (and free storage).
At first, it’s stressful. Then, it’s a burden.
Where am I going to keep my dishes? My clothes, my coffee?
Got roommates? Get ready to learn a whole new strategy on splitting up the cupboards and drawers. Leases, landlords, parking spaces, oh my.
After a while, though, you get in the groove. After a while, you almost look forward to the cleansing that comes with it. You realize how many things you didn’t even touch since the last move.
They’re just sandbags weighing you down, making your life less portable. With nowhere to store, to squirrel away for eternity, you might as well get rid of them.
Donate them to a thrift store, someone in need, cremate them in your backyard. Add them to the landfills that are consuming our world like a deadly infectious virus.
Sorry, it’s the truth. That’s probably the biggest downside of regularly cleansing your closet. You realize how much waste you collect throughout your life.
Actually – that’s an upside.
After having to throw so many things away time and time again, you eventually get yourself down to a pretty good set of basics. Then, since you’ll likely be moving again soon, you start to dread collecting any more things.
I don’t want anything to weigh me down.
So you buy less stuff. Which turns out to be a win for you, and the world.
I “skipped” Christmas this year to travel and one of the best parts of that was that there was no temptation of stuff – no adding to anyone else’s stock or building my own. Does that sound conceited? Maybe, but it’s true.
Don’t get me wrong – I love a nice, thoughtful gift. Some things bring memories. Others represent loved ones.
But some things add nothing to your life other than weight.
When you’re on the move and don’t know where your next stop will be, extra weight is just an obstacle. A great
As you make your little nest on your new street, in your new neighbourhood, maybe with a new roommate or in a new town, you gradually learn to adapt faster and faster. You learn what really matters to you.
And, usually, the biggest things don’t fit in a box.
So my advice? Moving can be a pain, but maybe it’s worth it for a while. While you’re young, or maybe even when you’re not – whenever the time is right – move.
Move easy and move often.