Too much stuff!
Like many reformed FIRE people, I have looked into the whole “minimalism” concept, and all the people who cheered for the idea. I can see how seductive it is, because many of us have reached a point where we can see that “stuff” doesn’t really buy happiness. Like a lot of you, my home is full of items I bought at one point in time, intending to use it a great deal, only to find that I rarely (if ever) used the item.
Mrs. 39 Months is much worse than I am. We have a bedroom which I have built shelving for and which holds nothing but box-after-box of her things (old clothes, papers from college, arts & crafts tools, etc.). I joke with her that she will end up on an episode of hoarders sometime.
At the same time, both of us frown on the whole “minimalist” movement, with folks living with “100 items” and competing with each other to see who can “out-minimal” each other. Life is to be enjoyed, and part of that is to have things that bring you joy. In addition, for those of us who live in areas that have major weather swings (100 degree humid months and 12 inch snow months) you need to have some items. We both have hobbies we enjoy (woodworking, knitting, music, etc.) so again – if the item brings you joy, don’t automatically toss it.
The one area that I can understand (and sometimes indulge in myself) are books. One of the “fun” things we do is go to Barnes & Noble, drink coffee and read – and typically buy books. Our home is choke-full of books, about 80% of them being hers. They lie all over the house, half-read and stacked on each other on any available flat surface. Still, it’s a relatively benign addiction, with the potential to provide years of comfort as we retire. Better than blowing it at the craps table!
As we approach FI and the potential of moving somewhere better for our retirement lifestyle (you just can’t retire in New Jersey, due to expenses) the thought of wading through these items and determining what stays and what goes fills both of us with dread. I figure I have one “move” left in Mrs.39 Months, so wherever we go, we will end up staying there. Of course that brings up the quest of where that “one point” is.
That is a topic for another time.
Mr. 39 Months