Bob and I moved house after 26 years in one place. Our old house was spacious. Having all of this space meant we had to fill of this empty space with stuff. This meant lots and lots and lots of stuff.

Stuff I had packed away in the hidden crevices of my house and had completely forgotten about. Stuff that I have no earthly idea why I bought or what purpose it served. Pictures of people who I no longer remember. Pictures of the Eiffel Tower — from several different trips to Paris. The same tower, the same picture, a different year. Books I will never read again. 300 plus CD’s that I haven’t listened to in 26 years because I no longer had a device that played the music. Checks from 50 years ago. Business cards from a place I no longer worked at. Old documents from a job I no longer had. Paper clips, sticky notes, pencils found in almost every drawer except the drawer where paper clips, sticky notes, and pencils should have been found. Technology that was dated and no longer used. Old flash drives that I haven’t accessed in 20 odd years. The amount of stuff we had was mind boggling.

We had successfully filled those empty spaces, no doubt about it. Now we needed to purge them before moving. Filling trash bags after trash bag. Collecting boxes for Goodwill Charities. Saving the really valuable stuff for a future garage sale. We could then move because we had less stuff.

When we arrived at the new smaller apartment, we still had too much stuff. We had too much furniture and the furniture we had was too big for our smaller space. So we purged some more. More trash bags. More Goodwill. More future garage sale items.

And still we have too much stuff. So we will probably have another purging event soon.

I realized two things. We spent all these years acquiring stuff and all this stuff did was weigh us down. It limited our options because we, of course, had to have big place to store all of our stuff. The other thing is I don’t miss any of it.