You’re envisioning your new dream home. Images begin to spring to mind…
A small, cozy nook, under a flight of stairs, with plenty of space for your wand and pet owl.
No? Okay. How about this: a tiny house with a loft bed and ceiling hooks for your fixed-gear bicycle and kombucha tea jars.
Still no?
All right. Perhaps this: a 300-square foot, 3rd floor walk-up with no oven, coin laundry, and street parking.
Really? Not even if I told you you’d get to add an extra 10 minutes to your commute?
God, you’re difficult.
Starting November 1st, I’ll call the latter home.
“A third floor walk-up? Are you that desperate to win the company Fitbit challenge?” you might be asking. Excellent guess. The truth is, about a year and a half ago, I started making some pretty big changes in the name of Mother Earth.
I even started composting, for crying out loud. And let’s not forget those recycled Christmas presents.
Obviously I have become an environmental hero and goddess to Portlandia fans everywhere.
The Next Big Thing in my journey towards braided armpit hair is downsizing. Right now I live in a 1,200 square foot, 2-bedroom duplex, complete with a yard, sunroom, and plush carpeting thick enough to hide Trump’s tax returns.
When I moved to my current apartment from a 4-bedroom house, it offered plenty of space for my furniture and featured all of my must-haves.
As time passed, I realized I needed less room to feel content. I also needed less stuff.
Speaking of, the real reason I’m posting is because I’m trying to get rid of this. Any takers?
Do you have any moving / downsizing advice?
P.S. – Don’t even think about it. I’m keeping that Aladdin VHS tape.
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Go Jules Go 