Man I hate moving. I just can't figure out why humans have so much stuff. I've never been a pack rat or a hoarder. I feel burdened by so much stuff. I long for the minimal days of my youth, where everything I owned could be packed in my car. I loved the freedom of feeling mobile, I could move on a moment's notice if I wanted to. But I started accumulating. And purging, trying desperately to keep the clutter at bay. It's a constant balance. A love of beautiful things, and a love of sparseness. Even though I've been downsizing over the last couple of years, this time I was ruthless in my editing. The place I am moving to is small. And more than anything, I want simplicity.
As I said, I was ruthless in my editing. I got rid of rugs, drapes, exercise equipment, most of my books, all the clothes that didn't fit, 90% of my pottery collection, furniture, my journals, tons of paper (where does it all come from?). After getting rid of so much stuff, there was still so much left. I am so sick of lugging my paintings around, I almost stopped at the dump to get rid of them. My sister-in-law talked me out of it.
Ah, time to unpack. Here's all the stuff in my new place. Even though I still have a lot of work to do, it's a relief to be here. I've lived in small places before, but I think this is the smallest. I do love its layout, though. Love the open kitchen. Now the fun begins. Time to decorate!