My Journey to be at 155 items at 55.

Currently my life is small yet crowded. I feel as small as I live; I still have many things that I don’t use on the daily. I’d like to count all the things I own but truly don’t have that luxury of time and wouldn’t wish that sort of nonsense on anyone.

A short 4 years ago I was living in a 5 bedroom home and on a 1/4acre lot that was landscaped much like a city park. I found myself weighed down with house chores to include vacuuming, dusting, cleaning, tidying, and maintaining 5 rooms that I really didn’t even use. That coupled with the landscaped yard and it’s 3 times a week mowing, weedeating, watering flowers and leaf blowing and the 17 bags of leaves I would pick up every Fall left me with zero to little time to me being Lokal to what’s most important. Myself!!

I sold that house after a bad breakup and a noncomitted girlfriend of which I invested 2 years of a red flag filled relationship. I thought the more I own the more we could enjoy together. That was a mistake. More on that as my blogs continue.

I sold the house and moved to a studio apt in Denver, CO. I didn’t want to be trapped with all the time I had spent on my THINGS that I did while I lived in Colorado Springs, rather spend that precious time on myself. Which I deemed more important.

I would no longer own the 75″ TV or have the photography studio that I enjoyed taking pictures in. No I would watch Netflix, and YouTube on a 7″ screen that seems to be sufficient for 95% of the world populous that stare at their phones 95% of the time anyway. If I wanted to see a big screen a movie theater seems to be the place to be. This saved me an immediate 800 dollars and the ability to buy 2 sets of MSR snowshoes which I would enjoy on the weekends with someone special in the winter. I hope you see my logic.

Moving to a studio apartment after the sale of my home. I felt a bit off. Not that it was small. It was just different. I had all I needed a bed, a kitchen and a closet to hang my clothes. People say that home is where you hang your hat, home is where your heart is, and a few other sayings. To me; I’ve never felt the need to have it all. The need to have more than everyone else, keeping up with the Jonse’s. Nope…not me at all. All I ever cared about was the ability to come home at night after a productive day and sleep so sound without a need to clean a 5 bedroom home or cleaning 3 bathrooms that I barely used even one of.

I moved from the apartment a year later and into a one bedroom home. This was a mistake as I felt the need to buy more. I purchased a large thick memory filled mattress and a 55″ TV and couch. I felt I was going backward. I found myself watching more TV, sleeping in longer on weekends and spending time with someone inside my house more often. This didn’t suit me at all and I felt like I was a bit inprisoned. A feeling of the walls closing in.

As I’ve said in my other writings; I’m headed back to Utah, and now feeling like I have to purge everything and get rid of so much. Yes I said it a one bedroom apartment feels as if I have a 6 bedroom apartment. The feeling is still the same. I’d much rather pack up Vader (The camper Van) and hit the road.

Today I have 4 weeks before I move to Utah. My goal is to have clothes my valuable coffee machine and a few items to put in Vader. A small disclaimer. I have stuff in storage that I have not seen or used in over a year. This is something that no doubt I have zero use for and pay 1800 dollars annually to store. That is my number one goal. Hire a moving truck and out as much of it in a cargo box headed toward an American Veteran supplier that or a non profit. I am not a fan of Goodwill and although the ease of Goodwill is why Reverend Edgar J. Helms has made billions from this opportunity to redistribute. I choose to donate to a different cause.

As I prepare for my move to Utah. Today I wanted to get a start on going through a storage unit I have that has stored several items I used to have in a 3 car garage. Having a larger space to live in you tend to accumulate more than you actually need it’s like why not buy it. I may need it later on. This is counterintuitive to the way I think now. Now I ask why buy it. If I need it I will look for a suitable sub on Facebook market place or Craigslist and then use whatever I need for the purpose I needed it for at the time and then donate vs I may need it later. Having to try and find something I stored away is difficult enough and usually ends up in a box in a storage unit and I just don’t have the time to look for it vs just running to the store and purchasing another one. This seems to be the case for a lot of people. Why do you think you end up with thirteen extension cords or 12 knives that have the same purpose. To Cut!!

I refuse to be part of this accumulating world anymore and choose from this day forward to reduce clutter and reduce storage to nothing. It’s a pledge I take over the next year to reduce my sole belongings to 155 items.

That’s right 155 items in my belonging. Gone are the days of thirty six pairs of jeans and 120 cups. This includes commemorative mugs fancy dinner glasses and anything that serves the same purpose. Repetitive belongings is no longer in my target.

This lifestyle isn’t for everyone and minimalism isn’t about who has the least amount of stuff. It’s more about having only what you need to survive and enjoy life at the same time.

My Journey of Lokalism and hanging on to what’s relevant in a need for living is more of what’s important to me.

In the end we can’t take it with us and I refuse to have my loved ones take care of a house full of ssschtuff. My hope is that my two kids will have a black and yellow container half full of things that mattered most to me and in those two containers will be pictures of them or maybe something that reminds me of them. No need to prolong the celebration that I’m gone. I already enjoyed my life by not being captive to material things.

Published by NOTALOKAL

Retired Military (Airforce). I grew up in Salt Lake City Utah amongst a Mormon religion that made me always question my relationship with God and how I fit in. I didn't enjoy going to church and I chose to join the military in hopes of escaping the grasps of onlookers, hypocrites, and jackmormons, looking at my every move in order to see how I would be as I grew up. I'd show them nobody tells me what to do...so look at me. I joined an organization that does nothing but tell me what to how to sleep when to sleep what to eat where to wash my backside how many cars I can own how often I get to shit every day. Nobody tells me what to do. I'll move and find myself exactly where I wanna be. San Antonio Basic Training here I come

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