Goodbye Dear Sofa

I’ve been thinking about moving to a new apartment recently, just for a change of scenery and this has prompted me to think about all the stuff that I own. I began to ask myself “do I really want to bring all of this stuff with me to a new home?” and the answer was a resounding “hell no”.

I am still trying to break the habit of accumulating things I don’t need and I’m getting better at this, however, there is still the issue of all the things I’d accumulated before I discovered minimalism. One of the most glaringly unnecessary possessions I owned was my sofa. Now most people would consider a sofa a necessary item of furniture, common in pretty much all households, however my sofa was not an item of furniture I used often, if at all.

Most of my time at home is spent in my bedroom. Everything I watch, I pretty much watch on my laptop in bed. I rarely ever use my living room and I almost never sat on the sofa and since I live alone and rarely have friends over it meant no one else ever used the sofa either. So I decided to get rid of it.

I tried selling it but it became more effort than it was worth, having to reply to potential buyers, setting up a time for them to see the sofa, etc. In the end I decided to give it away for free to a couple who are about to have a baby.

The guy came with a friend and picked up the sofa two days ago and the moment it left my apartment, I felt such a huge sense of relief, like a burden had been lifted off my shoulders. I don’t know why but it felt so good to get rid of the sofa. There was nothing wrong with it, it was in good condition, however it just felt like a massive piece of clutter in my home and I was just itching to get rid of it and regain some space.

Now I’ve rearrange my living room so that the dining set is in front of the TV, next to the windows and now I have more room to setup a workout/yoga area on the other side of the living room. I feel like this arrangement complements my lifestyle a lot more and is a lot more conducive to the things I want to do more off (i.e. writing, learning and exercising).  I wanted to create a space that was more functional for my lifestyle rather than conforming to the typical expectations of what a living room should look like.

 

Hello Space, I’ve Missed You

So I’ve been on my minimalist journey for well over a year and a half now and during that time I’ve discovered how much it has come to mean to me and how much I want to be a minimalist.

Last year in September, my boyfriend at the time moved in with me. Now, I live in a small one bedroom apartment so there’s not much space to begin with. When he moved in, he brought over all his stuff….and I nearly had a heart attack.

To be fair, its not like he had a humungous amount of belongings. I’d say it would’ve been the average amount for most people, maybe even a little less. But for me it was like he’d brought a whole department store into my home.

What really made it hard to handle was that he had no interest in minimalism. In fact he was the opposite. He just kept buying more and more stuff (and not even useful things, but things that served no purpose). To top it off, he wasn’t very diligent with cleaning or organising either, so his stuff was everywhere.

I seriously nearly lost my mind. That was when I realised just how important space was to me and how much I needed things to be tidy and organised. Every time he brought something new into the house, I literally had to restrain myself from crash tackling him to the ground and choking him out.

Needless to say, that living arrangement didn’t last long and neither did our relationship. He moved out at the end of December. When he left, I felt such relief – like a heavy weight had been lifted. I also felt free – free to move, free to think, free to be comfortable in my space.

He still has a few things at my place, including a single mattress which is squished up against the wall behind my sofa. This is currently the bane of my existence. I have been asking him to move it for the last few months. I think he is finally going to come get it this weekend. I CAN NOT WAIT for it to be gone.

But one very valuable lesson I learned from all this is that whoever I decide to share my life with needs to be a minimalist, an aspiring minimalist or at the very least, not a maximalist and not someone messy. I can no longer stand clutter in my environment. When I see it and I can’t get rid of it, I feel such strong unease, almost as if I’ve been injected with adrenaline while at the same time being trapped in a very small cage.