When my husband and I first got married we moved into a 1200 square foot house. We didn't have many possessions. Later we moved to a 3000 square foot house after our children were born. It seemed so empty... so we joined many other Americans in the late 80s & 90s that were going to garage sales, estate sales, rummage sales, etc... almost every week-end. We bought things we needed, thought we needed, might need later, or items that were just to good of a deal to pass up. We also became "collectors". Having something unique and fun to collect made "garage sailing" even more exciting. Besides, we had all this extra space. Looking back our reasoning was asinine, but, hey it was a thing. Everyone was doing it!
And hobbies - which I would take up with a passion, acquire the needed supplies (cost be damned), go full steam ahead for a while then abandon the project when I got bored. Another expensive craft would pique my interest and the cycle would start over again.
I remember a TV commercial at the time I think for Rubbermaid storage containers that encouraged people to buy large containers to store their stuff. Why? So you could buy more stuff! At the time it didn't occur to me that such an excess of possessions could become a burden.
When my marriage began to fall apart, I took stock of my life and realized all of our stuff, along with my collections and hobbies were contributing to my unhappiness and sense of suffocation. I wasn't sure why but I knew I needed to leave the stuff behind. So I did - I thought...
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