Ahhh minimalism. The great social rebuttal to decades of overconsumption. I can’t get enough. Well, I still have a house full of stuff, but it’s an ever-simplified house. I’ve gotten rid of nearly 50% of what we own now, and am close to being done I think.
It is a great relief to my husband, the life-long natural minimalist. When we met he owned only a guitar, a backpack, and a large rubbermaid bin of earthly possessions. Enter me, joyfully making a life for us, pining to move out of an apartment and into a family home. And the arrival of our first child and my first real chance to own kid stuff! New toys, classic toys, toys from my childhood, toys from my mother’s childhood, passed down from attic to basement for decades. Not to mention all the other baby and kid paraphernalia that turned our home into a kid home, a family home. I basked in it.
And then I got over it.
Our house was impossible to tidy, impossible to clean, impossible to relax in. And Big Son just couldn’t settle down and play with one thing contentedly for a minute before moving on to the next. So I got on the minimalism train and we are all so much happier.
I’ll post a home tour soon to show you how far along we are on this journey and you can tell me how much further you think we should go! I am definitely not the extremist my husband is, and imagine I will always live in a fully furnished house, but I do finally believe less is best.