This is a guest post by Robert Wall from Untitled Minimalism. It’s the first post in my new occasional series, Stories of Transformation.
I never wanted to be a minimalist.
I actually liked my stuff. In fact, I liked it so much that I had huge piles of it at five different addresses. I had an apartment full of stuff, stuff at a friend’s place, stuff in an unused office (rented – not in my apartment), and stuff in two separate storage units. All of these places were packed full, and none of them were neat and tidy.
What I wanted was to get all of my stuff under one roof. Due to discovering a decluttering book in my messy front closet, I’d even convinced myself that I could part with some of my stuff in order to be able to “get control”.