Do this with me.
It really is wonderful.
With even the slightest chance of moving *sometime* in my future, I've begun ruthlessly going through the attic and tackling each of the rooms in our home one by one. I've sorted endlessly and made quite a few trips to the little thrift store (I dropped off so much that they asked if I was ditching my life and starting over) and have a stash here for the consignment shop. And do you know.... I miss none of it. I can't even imagine why I kept so much *stuff*. It was definitely owning me and not the other way around.
I still have shelves and shelves of books to sort through. Oh why, oh why do I have to have such affection for books?
So far we've ditched over 55 bags and boxes of *things* in our lives that we didn't need.
It feels great.