Prior to my last day of working, I went on a crash minimalist lifestyle. I had sold my condo sooner than planned and moved just about all my stuff to my future home. Part of the sale of the condo, I got to stay for 2 weeks after the sale, since the buyer wasted time closing and wanted to move in during Thanksgiving week.
I suddenly found myself having to plan for what I was going to do for the next couple months to get by. I was literally going to be living in an empty condo for a couple weeks, then what was I going to do. I was not wanting to sign a short term lease or go month to month, because the monthly rents I found were stupid.
I don’t live an extravagant lifestyle. My condo fully furnished was already pretty sparse, according to most people that came by to visit. A coworker came to hang out one time, and literally said, “You don’t really live here! This is a joke, right?”
Well, things were about to get a bit extreme.
In planning for the sale of my place, I started to observe what I did everyday, what did I really need. For 2 months I was going to crash on friends couches just to get some sleep, so I needed to be mobile.
So what did I need for 2 months:
-bathroom toiletries (tooth brush, tooth paste, deodorant, shampoo, things to keep you presentable)
-a duffel bag of clothes (clothes for work, clothes for going out, sleep clothing. Public nudity is kind of frowned upon)
-cell phone and laptop
-my car (had to put my bike on the moving truck, so I was going to be driving a whole lot more for 2 months)
-my pillow (I’m picky about a good comfy pillow)
5 Things. That’s what I had for 2 months. All the other stuff I own, I just didn’t really need.
The kitchen utensils, plates, countless mugs. Not needed.
A walk in closet full of clothing that mostly went unworn. Not needed.
The big tv with a power hungry PC attached. I missed it, but was not needed.
The boxes of stuff in the closet that I didn’t know what was being stored. You guessed it, not needed.
I had literally consolidated my life down to what could fit in the trunk of my car. The funny part about this whole thing, I really liked it. It felt free to not be tied down by my possessions. I went out a little more, checking out a couple movies, grabbing drinks a little more, eating out like I had never done before.
How did this experience change my mind set? Simple, I’m trying to be less wasteful. Think before I buy something. Do I really need it or will it be sitting in a box in a closet soon. I also want to get rid of the things sitting around my place that I have no use for.
So, I guess the real question is… “What kind of dining set defines you as a person?“Follow me on the social medias: