I am a Brooklynite living in a not-so-spacious two bedroom apartment that barely fits one grown man, one pre-schooler, two cats and our worldly possessions besides my self. We moved four times in the last 5 years, twice cross-Atlantic and twice cross-continent, during which we accumulated 3 apartments worth of stuff, ranging from unmatched plates picked up from the curve to a giant, custom-made, sectional sofa with a pull out bed (which we used for 6 months, rugged around everywhere, and finally headed to landfill to my dismay).
I am a recently converted minimalist, struggling to stick to the doctrine. I am also, a shopaholic.
This blog is about how I became an ardent advocate of not owning things that our family doesn’t need, the plan and the principle, occasional relapse to consumerism, and most importantly, how I am getting it back together, over and over again.
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