One Year of Being a Minimalist

Around this time last year, I discovered minimalism. I had just gotten rid of almost 30% of my belongings because of a move and I wanted to get rid of more and declutter more. I was somewhat tired of lugging around everything every time I moved (I have had 16 addresses and I’m only 20) and I was somewhat embarrassed because my fiance was now living with me. I didn’t want him to know I was a hoarder.

In the mix of the confusion of two moves (my fiance and I later moved into our own apartment) and throwing my whole life in material possessions away, I have lost a few precious, irreplaceable items. But, other than that, I have not looked back. Today, I am still minimizing my life and I am currently in a challenge to get rid of yet more stuff because I feel like I still have too much. I use to be roommates with clutter and messes, but now I can’t stand it.

I love the freedom being a minimalist has given me so far. I don’t have to waste time on stuff. This past year has given me a lot of outdoor time that I have grown to love. I feel happier and less stressed out.

Although I am still a newbie in this lifestyle, I have no doubt that this is the life for me.

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