I am getting to take the first major step in simplifying my life. Next week I am moving into a smaller place.
I’m going from a two-bed-two-bath apartment to a one-bed-one-bath place. I call it my Crash Pad. With a little luck and planning, I’ll be able to use it as a base of operations for traveling on a semi-regular basis.
Part of the downsizing involves going through my stuff and having to be ruthless about what goes with me and what goes to new homes. Conventional decluttering wisdom recommends disposing of anything you haven’t used in thirteen months. This time interval accommodates the Holidays, so I see it as sensible.
What about my books, though? I may not read them, or reread them, within thirteen months, but having them on book shelves around me is like being with old friends.
Clothes, shoes, and furniture come and go, but my books stay. As Erasmus is quoted as saying, “Whenever I get a little money, I buy books; and if any is left, I buy food and clothes.”
If such a philosophy was good enough for a Medieval genius, it’s good enough for me. Most of my books will move with me.