Moving is a great time to come face to face with your relationship with stuff – whether you want to or not.
With our recent move, I was mostly in the former category. While our move was stressful in some ways and there was a lot of work involved, I relished the chance to go through all our possessions and get rid of what we didn’t need or want. (My spouse willingly halved his t-shirt collection, joy!)
I returned things to those from whom we had borrowed them, passed other things on to friends, and made many, many trips to the Goodwill – not the least of which was to say goodbye to Daniel, the man who worked the donation door at our closest GW and who had become a friend over years of frequent closet-cleanout donation runs.
We decided to stage our condo for selling potential, and as we prepared to do so, I wondered whether I would experience the epiphany some minimalists (for example) describe when staging their homes. You know – It feels so open and light! We should have done this years ago! It’s a popular minimalist concept to stage your house as if to sell, but then just live in it. (See what I did there? Popular concept, pop minimalism!)
But as I sat in our echo-y condo, the majority of our belongings already on their way up Boston, I realized I’m not the stereotypical minimalist who thrills to clean white walls and sparely furnished rooms. Contrary to my relative non-attachment to stuff (see: closet cleanouts above and my willingness to ditch wedding gifts we’ve never used), I missed our things.
I didn’t miss individual pieces, per se, but the feeling that the things we have more or less purposefully accumulated and come to love made our house into our home. Without them (and with the addition of the weird chemical smell of new carpet), our place just seemed… sad.
Obviously, the memories you make, people you love, pets you adore, etc. are more important in making a home than stuff is. But as I follow the aftermath of Harvey and the ongoing reality of Irma and think back on the houses I helped gut and the waterlogged possessions I shoveled into dumpsters after Katrina – man. I ache for the families who, while safe and sound, will come back to houses full of the ruins of familiar pictures they’ve walked past, kitchen utensils they’ve used, couches they’ve curled up on every day for years. The things that made the house theirs, even if the people and pets they love – please, God – made it through.
Even if we don’t let it rule our lives, stuff is important. And I’m grateful that ours is intact and that the stuff we staged with will arrive today so we can keep making our new house feel like home.
3 thoughts on “Moving and Minimalism (Or Not) – Part I”
I am a minimalist. Strangely, I think I was born that way. Anyhow, I agree with what you’re saying regarding how our stuff makes our home. I just reckon a minimalist and a maximalist and a just-rightalist have different amounts of that home-stuff.
Yes, let’s pray for hurricane victims and, as I type this, hurricane victims-to-be.
Priscilla, you hit the nail on the head. And I love “just-rightalist” – it reminds me of the Swedish term lagom (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lagom). That’s what I’ll aim to be, in both my wardrobe and my home, although I suspect I’ll probably always have some clutter in my house!
Lagom, what a great word! I’ll have to add it to my vocabulary and sound all internationally sophisticated and stuff.:-)