Minimizing

Life is funny, isn’t it? Last time I posted here we were finishing amazing renovations to our house. We made it bigger. We made it prettier. We had it custom designed for us. It was awesome.

And now, just 18 months after the renos are complete… we are moving. It’s a temporary move, but a move nonetheless. I can’t believe I am leaving my fabulous new house.

But I am leaving. And not only that, significantly downsizing. There is no point in renting a 3+ bedroom house for a couple who are moving to another city for only a year (barring extensions, but that’s another story). So the challenge ahead of me in the next two months is figuring out what I want to take with us. What does a couple, in a one bedroom apartment, actually need to get by. And the flip side, what can go into long-term storage, and not be accessed till we move home.

At first, I found this daunting and stressful, but I am beginning to see it more as a challenge. Despite our best efforts not to be cluttered, we have accumulated a lot of stuff over the years. We first noticed this when we had to move out for the renovation. We did our best to cull the excess stuff at that time, but when we began to unpack after the reno, it became clear we hadn’t done as well as we thought. There are still unpacked boxes in the closets and basement. If we haven’t used it in 18 months, why do we still own it.

So over the next few weeks, I am going to seriously cull our belongings. Ruthlessly. Why do we need 5 spare pillows? Multiple sheet sets for the spare bed and futon? 8 different types and sizes of wine glasses? Don’t get me started on mugs and teacups. It is out of control. While I am sure that given our personalities, we will never be true minimalists, I know we can do much better than this.

Tonight, I start with the kitchen. Single-use gadgets: be afraid. Be very afraid. I will report back soon.

Eat. Bicker. Love.

Tomorrow my crazy journey begins. I am trying hard not be be a huge mess of nerves and anxiety. Somewhere underneath that is excitement, must find it and embrace it.

So at the request of many, I will do my best to keep you updated on all our adventures through this site. It may occasionally be vague on details, and I will try to avoid using names and identifiers, because if you know my husband, you know how he feels about privacy and the internet. Regardless, you can read our stories and see our pictures.*

I catch my first plane tomorrow at 12:30. At 9:05 pm the following day, Dave will meet me at the airport in destination #1. So exiting. Me & my husband. In the same country. AT THE SAME TIME. Unfathomable.

Inspired by my friend Rawlsy, I have picked up some out-of-character airplane reading: a copy of Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat. Pray. Love. I hope I don’t come to regret this. It is not my usual read, and I have a long flight ahead of me. But I can no longer poke fun at the book without having first read it.

You see, when Rawlsy first heard about my trip (and after nearly spitting out her fair-trade coffee all over her organic eggs & ash browns) she prophetically exclaimed “Its like that Eat Pray Love book, but for normal people.” Which of course set off weeks and weeks of planning and scheming for how I would turn my nine week trip into an international best seller and one day have Julia Roberts portray me in a blockbuster movie. [Um, can we substitute Maggie Gyllenhaal for Ms. Roberts, please and thank you?] Strangely, whenever she mentions it, she swaps the word ‘bicker’ in for ‘pray.’ I’m not sure what she’s trying to imply. I am remarkably easy to get along with.

*A side not to the aunties, co-workers and others who before now may have known me as a more professional or mannerly individual. This is a fun space. I am far from crude, but my writing is not always… polite. If you are easily offended, consider yourself warned. [Of course, if you are typically the offender, you may find me a little bland.]