Okay, so the topic today isn't THAT kind of space.
It's about the space in my apartment. My apartment is 560 square feet. No more, no less. The fact of the matter is that you simply can't fit 1,200 sq feet of stuff into an apartment less than half the size.
So I've been downsizing in a major way. Thankfully, I didn't have tons of extra furniture. I'm a stuff packrat, not a furniture packrat.
I had a major breakthrough the other day. I read something -- could've been a blog post, article, book, I don't remember -- and it struck a chord with me.
It said something to the effect of:
"Do I want to keep this stuff I like or do I want space more?"
Is the extra stuff in your life worth sacrificing the space that it takes up? Or do you want the free, uncluttered space more.
Talk about mind-blowing. I'd never though of it like that before. Space or stuff?
After reading that, I loaded up 9 more bags and a box with books and DVDs to take to the bookstore.
I am not my stuff. I own it, it doesn't own me, and I value space more than stuff. Does that mean my house will become empty? No, of course not. I don't live in a hotel room, nor do I wish to look like I've taken hand-me-down furniture and household items post-disaster. My home will still look like mine, but what remains in the end will be more meaningful to me and worth the time spent to clean and maintain.
Most importantly, my home will be a peaceful, serene place that relaxes me instead of stressing me out.