“Stuff” has turned into a dirty word for me. It haunts me.
My stuff has been sitting in a friend’s basement for 19 months, being all lonely. I miss my stuff. Well…I miss the idea of my stuff. I had some good stuff.
(Could I say “stuff” any more times?! 😉 )
Anyway… back in January, I needed to get away for the weekend. So I abandoned my big suitcase, packed a little travel bag, and took 4 buses and 9 hours to travel from northern Colorado to southern Colorado to visit family (CO is not big on their public travel options). One thing led to another and that weekend turned into 5 weeks and counting!
Obviously I packed light, for a weekend. Here’s what I’ve been living with for the last month+:
- 1 brown t-shirt
- 1 white short-sleeved blouse
- 1 pair jeans
- 1 brown fleece sweater
- 1 black hoody
- 1 cream corduroy coat, w/ matching scarf, hat, gloves
- jammies & slipper socks
- some undies & 3 pairs socks
- 1 pair black Dansko walking shoes
- bathroom bag with travel-size necessities
- hair brush & flat iron
- netbook & external drive
- little blue journal & pen
- 1 library book (overdue now!)
- camera (forgot the cord)
- cell phone & charger
- small travel duffle bag
- and the ever-present messenger
I’ve been living out of my big red suitcase for a year & a half (which some may think of as extreme in itself), but now after living for over a month with 20-some items, minimalism is sounding so much easier! Except I wouldn’t mind having more than 2 outfits, and another pair of shoes! I really could have used my winter boots during the month of February, just sayin’. Oh, and a hairdryer would be nice.