Have you heard of the small house movement? Yeah, neither had I. Not until I came across it on Wikipedia and learned that I am a subscriber to the small house movement. Who knew?
A few years ago, I moved in to an unbelievably small home. A pit stop of a home. Passing through town kind of home. I was lucky this home came equipped with a basement and attic. I needed that space for my shoe collection. I stored my boxes of shoes in the attic. I stored my boxes of collectibles in the basement. What? Did I just write that? I have collectibles? No. That can’t be right. I definitely don’t have collectibles. However, I did find that I had boxes and boxes of things. Most of those “things” remained unpacked in the basement until they were donated.
Most of those shoes All of those shoes remained unpacked in the attic until they, too, found a new home in the goodwill pile.
There are so many benefits to living in a small home but one of my favorites is that it has forced me to examine what I value. In an effort to maximize our space, we have embarked on a major purge in our house. We are tossing, donating and recycling that which serves no purpose anymore and keeping only what we truly value. As we rid ourselves of unwanted clutter and belongings, we are left surrounded by only those items and belongings that enrich our lives and are meaningful to us.
This way of living is a sharp departure from “the bigger is better” way we have been taught. Our houses, cars, mortgages, tuitions and bills continue to grow while our time and money dwindle as we chase the next great purchase that will make us smarter, thinner, richer, better, brighter, etc.
We like this simple way of life that we are creating. My house was never too small. My things were just too big.