Move Over Minimalism and Marie Kondo — Surviving the Extreme Purge to 3 Suitcases
Perks, pitfalls, and a letter to Santa
Here it is, just a few more weeks until my flight. I have managed to dispose of the contents of my apartment and now I am finishing with the final details while living at my mother’s place. That this is really finally happening is exciting and surreal.
The process of emptying out my home was an intense experience, both psychologically and physically. It took six months. For those of you planning something like this, you need at least that long. I don’t even remember half of the decisions I made in the final weeks. And I was so tired every day. I was tired in a way I cannot articulate.
I have been asked by a few friends whether it felt good to downsize à la Marie Kondo? My answer is yes, but not always. And really, this was less purge-and-tidy and more identify-and-remove. I did keep a few items that “spark joy,” and they are tucked away in storage with my oil paintings — mainly photos and special items made by my son. I plan to bring them back with me to Albania after any Canada visits. I am grateful for the luxury of the storage unit, as it means I do not have to eliminate everything; that would have been heartbreaking.
