It has been a couple of weeks since our house closed. The house is no longer our home. We are living downtown and loving it.
The biggest surprise for me? I do not miss the house.
Nobody needs to own a house to have a home.
The process of downsizing was humbling and emotionally draining.
… like many people in the “developed world,” I had so many possessions that I couldn’t remember where my stuff was, or in many cases even remember that I had it. My junk drawers were expanding. I had “spare” cables, obsolete electronics, redundant tools, more sets of dishes and silverware than I had places for people to sit, and boxes of mementos that “one day” I would get around to going through and sorting.
Our situation was like that. Too many things. Way too many things. And, now that they have been sold, donated and tossed, I don’t seem to care about them.
Why did we fill our lives with so much stuff? Probably because we did not fill our lives with experiences that matter more.
Our transition into retirement is teaching me about many things. And one of the important lessons has been about possessions.
As Jonathan puts it:
… having a lot of “stuff” we don’t see or use doesn’t make us more secure. It drains our finances, limits our options, distracts our attention, diminishes our energies and most importantly, it wastes our time.