When I visit someone whose house is organized and minimal with plenty of room and white space, well, I love it. I love the idea of living in an orderly place. Where tabletops are mostly empty. Dresser tops don’t have the detritus of the last few days. And the evidence of the week’s cooking spree isn’t on the kitchen counter. I’d love to live like this.
Not my shelves but could be.
I like stuff.
I like looking at old stuff that’s laden with memories.
I like old stuff a whole lot and I just don’t like parting with it.
Then there’s utilitarian stuff.
I like to use stuff regularly, like pens, highlighters, books, kitchen implements, juicers, crockpots, candles…I could go on.
I like to buy stuff. New stuff is intriguing, thought-provoking and can even be useful. Yes, I like to buy new stuff.
I’m trying to break myself of actually buying it but there’s no denying that I like new stuff.
The fact is I don’t like the look of too much stuff.
Now, we do not have a large house. Sure, it’s a 4BR 2.5BA and it’s about 2600 square feet but really, I have more stuff than can reasonably fit in it.
My dirty little secret is that I also have a storage unit on the Monterey peninsula filled with stuff from my Pacific Grove home that I moved out of years ago.
So I have even more stuff.
I’m not really a hoarder. But I could be. I’m kind of on the edge.
I need an intervention. I really do have to see the need to jettison stuff. Because I can’t see it. At all. It’s like a hoarder’s cloud over my eyes.
Can you help?