I have always been bad at decluttering. I am, in fact, a bit of a pack rat. It’s a family trait passed down through the generations, and one I find impressively difficult to manage in myself sometimes.
But now, as I’m preparing to move to new housing within the next month, I am forced to face the truth: If I don’t do decluttering very soon, I’m screwed.
As of yesterday, I had to move out of my home I’ve lived in for two years, and the city where I’ve lived for four. Add in the stuff I inherited from predecessors, and my successor wanting almost none of mine, and suddenly I found myself in quite a pickle. I’ve moved all my things to an extremely generous friend’s house while I wait to locate my next home, but…
It took 3 car loads, the third of which was extremely full, to transport all my things. And that’s AFTER shipping nearly 100,000 yen (currently $700 or so) worth of boxes back to my family in America and selling or giving away all my furniture.
Obviously, this ain’t all going to fit in my car for the long trip, and I don’t know of anything like U-Haul in Japan, especially not at affordable prices. I can ship SOME of it in the mail, but too much heavy stuff and it’ll be hundreds of dollars.
So, decluttering is an absolute necessity. Packing perfectly is required.
I’ve never actually had to do this kind of thing before. I’ve lived in about 12 separate places in the past ten years, but I’ve usually just been able to take everything with me back and forth and deposit what I didn’t need at my Mom’s house where I keep collectibles and mementos and things like that.
This is probably what that Kondo Marie person is always talking about, but I always ignored discussion of her so I don’t know what’s up. Ugh, I’m so busy already! I don’t wanna do this too. It’s even worse in Japan, where you can’t just donate stuff to thrift stores, because they don’t really have them; they only have the paid stores that usually won’t accept typical junk because they’re too good for it apparently. I’ll have to throw away a lot of junk and feel very bad in the process.
I need your advice and tips. What’s the best way to approach this? How do I successfully “move house,” as the Britishes say, with minimal anguish?
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