What a whirlwind the last two weeks have been.  Mark and I have been doing some major sorting and packing, as we’ve decided to move from our lovely (and spacious) house into one large room in a house with some friends.  We’re really excited to be paring down and taking another step towards moving overseas; excited to be living the Simplicity we like to talk so much about.

A single friend of mine was recently saying how it stinks that you only get hooked up with nice things for a home if you get married.  Otherwise, there’s no shower and it can take a really long time to be able to buy those things for yourself.  And I started thinking about what Mark and I are doing (I know – how self-centered…) and how it feels like we’re almost undoing our shower.  We did have a shower – 3, really – and we’re not getting rid of everything, but we are giving up a substantial amount of the things we’ve collected.  Sometimes it feels scary, like we’ll never be able to get back to the spot we’re in right now.  And sometimes it feels exhilirating, like we get to start over and don’t have the weight of so much Stuff to carry around with us. 

Would you make a move to a smaller space?  What would be the things you’d really want to take with you?  How does it make you feel just to think about it? 

It’s such an easy thing to talk about, and a seemingly crazy thing to actually do.  What do you think?