Packing Up

I love getting rid of stuff. I love sorting through my things and finding something that 1.) I never use/wear and 2.) I never will. Swoosh! Into the give-away box. I love being able to think of something I own and know exactly where it is at any given time. Living in a small apartment for the past 5 months has been annoying because all our stuff doesn't have a place to go, but it's also been good because I've gotten rid of stuff we didn't need.

This past week, I've realized that I could take my sorting a step further. Why don't I just get rid of all my stuff? All the kitchen stuff I need to survive for one week is on one shelf in the pantry. All the clothes and bathroom stuff I need to survive for one week is in one black suitcase. If I can survive for one week with these things, why not two weeks? Why not a year? My house is super easy to clean. My life is ordered. "Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication." -Leonardo D.

Okay, Mr. DaVinci and Hyper-Nona, calm down. Packing a bunch of boxes for the move may be a huge pain, but it doesn't mean you should donate everything to the local Goodwill. It's not really convenient to cook with only one pan and one pot. What if I want to make eggs and hashbrowns and pancakes all at the same time? It's not really fun to own only one dress. Look, this is the 76th Sunday in a row she's worn that outfit! Maybe I will need an extra pillow for when family comes to visit. Maybe I'm just not the sophisticated type.