I have talked maybe too much about my house fire here. But one thing it made me do is look at myself. When your life and all you own gets put on a spreadsheet funny things happen. Like why do I have all this shit. When you live in a hotel room for months you come to find you don't need that much stuff to get by pretty well. I bet I only rebought about 30% of what I had.
Much that came back after the fire, cloths and kitchen stuff, I've given away. I kid you not I had like 10 skillets and 12 pots. I bought a few of each, 6 total, and will gave the rest away.
It was the same with clothes, which was kind of embarrassing how much I had. I will gave away kind of like a van load of clothes. It was hard, those darn Tom James handmade suits. $2,500 each when bought many years ago. But my gosh they have a 36 inch waist. I now have a 30 inch waist. Not like I will ever wear them again …..
When I purged the kitchen of stuff today I found sheer joy! Boxes of stuff.
Mom stopped by today and asked what was up with all those boxes in one bedroom? I said all stuff I plan to give away.
Oh, I always bought “nice” stuff. But now I have replaced stuff with the best of the best, because I bought less of it.