Posted by Rebecca
I come from a long legacy of hoarders. My father owns more books than most libraries. He is a writer and he loves to read, so I believe they bring him comfort and happiness. But his one bedroom apartment is swelling with them. The seams are bursting with classics and poetry and sonnets, biographies, autobiographies and stories of adventure.
My brother is a “collector.” He collects this and that and the other thing. Some collections are big, some are small, some were a fleeting thought, some are more intrinsic to his being. Whatever it may be, he may collect it.
My maternal grandmother – also a hoarder. My dad used to say she was stocking up for the next depression. Her attic was full of plastic containers, squares of fabric, old boxes and a variety of trinkets that were just waiting for something to fill it up, sew it together, or put it on display so all could be reminded of its yester-yearish glory.
But me? I have rebelled against my legacy. I feel the need to purge myself of some belongings every few months so my place can feel fresh and bright and new. I have had a lifetime of scoldings for eliminating something that was using up unnecessary space, in my opinion, but was an irreplaceable treasure in the opinion of my family. And it works for me. Especially in my 450 square foot home.
If you would like some great advice on how to declutter your castle, I found this article on one of our favorite websites, Apartment Therapy. Enjoy:
If, however, you would like some ideas on how to hoard, collect and prepare for the next era of desperation, my only advice would be to get a much bigger place. 🙂
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