When I was born, I was very young…
When I grew up living with my parents it was in houses with more than ample storage space for toys and all the things of my youth. My parents had room for their hobbies and crafts and the family things like camping equipment and sports equipment — not to mention room for retired furniture kept for a future “rumpus room”.
For health reasons I lived with my parents through my twenties while going to university. At the time we really didn’t know what the cause of the problem was, but they were keeping me from successfully competing in the job market or completing my degree. I did get a great education though.
Finally Mom and Dad decided to move into a townhouse condominium and while I would be welcome to move with them, I figured it was well past time I should “launch” out on my own.
Problem was with coping with all my acquired possessions while renting…
It hasn’t been easy despite five moves (Five and a half, and perhaps I shall talk about the half some day here.) and trying very hard to reduce my possessions with each move. Each time has been very stressful for me and I have at least on one occasion gotten rid of well over a ton of material to the dump. (Literally as measured on the landfill scales.)
Now I find myself trying to squeeze into a one bedroom basement suite with a single bedroom closet. I still have ⅓ of my stuff out on the covered porch waiting while I cope with finding places for the stuff that I already have moved inside.
I do need help to cope with it and am trying to figure out just where to find it while living on a disability income. I have plans to get an outside storage shed and a wardrobe closet for indoors, but they cost money and money is a precious commodity. Even then those storage items might only be temporary as I may yet have to downsize from a 1-bedroom unit to a bachelor suite sometime in the near future.
Still, I know that it will be worth it to downsize no matter how difficult it seems.
I’ll let you know how it works out and how I get there!