Down-sizing
After my divorce I moved into a very small apartment. The neighborhood wasn't the greatest but the rent was cheap. A tiny kitchen with room for a sink, a dorm size refrigerator and a small table. No stove for cooking. I had to decide between a toaster oven or micro-wave oven because I could only fit one in the kitchen. My collection of books and CDs just fit in the living room along with my boom box and a couple of comfy chairs, my nice oriental rugs and a few paintings. I was glad I'd only taken the twin bed because that was all that would fit in the little bedroom.
All in all I had enough possessions to fill the bed of a pick-up truck. It felt good. I was free of all that stuff that was such a burden. During the year I lived in the tiny apartment I probably increased my possessions by a couple of boxes. This was sufficient until I got a better job and could afford to move to a nicer neighborhood and a bigger apartment.
Up-sizing AGAIN
The new much bigger apartment seemed so empty...especially when I'd get home in the evening after work. I decided I could fill up some space with exercise equipment. I did. Then I thought tropical fish would be nice to come home to, because the rental agreement specified NO pets but I could have fish. Then I thought I'd like to try aqua-scaping as a hobby since I already had fish -more tanks and supplies needed -and well, wool felting would be a fun hobby too...I rationalized I needed a new expensive camera with a variety of lenses for my job and a new laptop too, while still keeping my other computer. I bought a bigger bed but still kept the small one in case I had guests. I would buy new clothes and shoes but would hang on to the old stuff- just in case. My collection of books and CDs was growing...I wasn't what you'd call a hoarder by any stretch but I had the space to store things so It didn't seem to matter...until five years later when I had to move.
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