Ever since I moved out of my own place in September of 2014, I have had a storage unit. Shortly after that move, I went to Florida for the Winter of 2014/15. Upon my return, I moved in with my sister and her two kids, and then in August of 2015 she moved to a new house, which has a finished basement with a living room, bedroom and bathroom for me. I moved a lot of my belongings out of storage into this area, but I still have a lot in storage, furniture that wouldn’t fit, books, camping supplies, and all of my kitchen stuff. With my financial future so uncertain, I’d really like to stop paying the hefty monthly fees for storage. It comes to about $1,500 per year, which is a lot when you think about it. My problem is that I am so attached to my possessions. Moreover, if I get rid of my kitchen supplies, it’s like giving up on ever having a place of my own again. I have so many mixed feelings, because I do have a small nest egg that I hope to use on building a tiny house someday, in which case I would need to pare down my possessions to the bare minimum. What is the solution to this attachment to possessions? I’m so afraid of feeling empty without them, or regretting getting rid of them. But my only chance at independence is likely having a tiny house, that I could pay cash for, and then support myself on very little monthly money.
My independence is very important for me. Right now, the living situation I’m in is one of interdependence. I help my sister with her mortgage payment, and I help her with the upkeep of the house and with the kids. But there’s NO WAY I will do another winter in Colorado, due to the wicked Seasonal Affective Disorder I suffer from. I absolutely must come up with a solution that allows me to go to Florida for the winters. I feel like my life literally depends on it. I feel like I see the solution clearly, but I have all these messy feelings that are getting in the way of executing it. I don’t want to get stuck, or stay stuck, and end up here for another winter. I need to start taking actions now to guarantee a different outcome next winter.
I guess ultimately my journey begins with a single step. Start going through storage. Start parting with some of the stuff. Sell what I can. Get creative with selling stuff. Try not to get killed by a craigslist killer. Maybe hold up some people from Craigslist for their cash, I don’t know. I’m just throwing ideas out there. This week, I’m going to try. I’m just saying I’m going to try some stuff, rather than just thinking about it. For me, that’s actually monumental. I get so stuck in my thoughts, swirling round and round and round, that to step out of the swirl and do something is kind of novel. So here, I will begin. I’ll be back to cry, I’m sure. I’ll let you know :).