I gazed at the mountain of plastic bags and felt anger flow through my veins. We’d spent months donating and selling our stuff. An actual truck had come to haul half a house of furniture away. How was there this much left for the landfill? All of the plastic plush precious things I thought were so important were now shoved in black bags, off to pollute the Earth. I shook my head.
What had we been doing?
When the good husband and I got married, we combined our lives into one unified household, stuffing the past in the basement. As our lives expanded, the boxes of stuff accumulated and got put away in bigger and bigger basements. Eight years later, we made the big decision to move home to Michigan. We also made the choice to value location over square footage. This meant a big downsize.
It was time to face the Stuff.
“It doesn’t matter what objects leave our lives; the experiences are still there.”
