How much do I really need?
It’s a question I’ve been asking myself ever since I started exploring minimalism. I know how much I’ve got. Stacks of books, video games, a wardrobe full of clothes, drawers full of stuff.
But that’s not the question.
When regular travel between homes was a no-go thanks to Covid, I moved in with my girlfriend to limit movement. So I packed up a small bag with a few key items:
- Laptop & charger
- Hard drive
- Notebook & pen
- T-shirts and shorts for a week
- Toothbrush and toiletries
I left a lot of stuff behind in my flat. I wondered how much I would miss, how much I would kick myself for forgetting this thing or that thing.
The answer, it turns out, is nothing.
I’ve been here for two months, now. When lockdown was lifted recently I popped back to my own flat to pick up one or two small things and chat to my flatmate. But for the most part, I’ve been perfectly comfortable in the last sixty days with just a laptop and camera (for work), a book, and a notepad.
It’s made me really consider what I need to be happy, and realise that most of the things I collect in my everyday life add little to no value. And living in a small space is definitely improved by having fewer things to find storage for.
So moving forwards I’ll definitely be keeping a close eye on what comes in to my life, and being much more liberal with what I pass on.