I used to be a maximalist through and through, I thought there was some kind of prestige in having a shit-ton of things. I have realized through minimalism that the number of things you own doesn’t make you better or worse than anyone else. I am becoming a minimalist because its what is truly comfortable for me.

I grew up in a maximalist home

Growing up  I have always been surrounded by stuff. My family home has an office that served as a dumping ground for things we didn’t know what to do with but wouldn’t get rid of (eventually things would go, and more would fill their place). Our garage has a loft packed with things we got when my Great Grandma Lena Died and things my brother and I outgrew. My own bedroom was overflowing with clothes, furniture, and collectibles. Continue reading “Why I am Becoming a Minimalist” →