Jun 052017
 

You all know my minimalist lifestyle.  I began a minimalist journey some 17 years ago.  I went from a house full of shit, complete with mortgage, along with other assorted toys and debts, to little more than a bag with a few scraps of clothes, a laptop, and a phone.  I’ve been hardcore minimalist now for a few years and it has proven to be one of the best decisions I have ever made.  Not having to worry about a bunch of stuff.  Being free to travel at will and on a moments notice.  Not having any debts to prevent me from enjoying the things I want most in life.  I want for little, seldom purchase any material goods outside of food, and I can live quite nicely on way less income than what I needed when I owned said house full of shit.  However, this may all change someday.

I am currently staying in a place which is the exact opposite of minimalism.  Notice in the pictures.  This is just one small corner, a closet in one room of a two bedroom apartment.  I did a rough count of here and a few other spots in this abode and tallied up over 100 pairs of shoes.  Just shoes.  At an average cost of say…$40 a pair, we are talking $4000 in footwear.  As for clothes, I am guessing well over $10,000 invested.

There are four closets in this place, all packed to the brim with more clothes along with various other bits and pieces acquired over the years.  A couple of the closets are so full you cannot close the door.  And it don’t stop there.  In the room I am staying in, there are at least 9 pieces of furniture from the bed to a desk to a couple sets of drawers.  There are more drawers in the other rooms, each and every one packed full of shit.  Clothes, paperwork, jewelry, and junk.  Every space, every shelf, every nook and cranny, filled with something.

The kitchen is no different.  Every cupboard has stuff in it.  Pots, pans, dishes, silverware, and more.  And where ever there is an open space, it is covered with decorations.  Geegaws, knick knacks, dust catchers, and photo frames are everywhere.  Down stairs there is a garage which has several shelfs with more decorations and overflow.

Furniture fills every room.  Sofa, chairs, end tables, lamps, eating tables, more storage bins, and of course the walls are covered with photos, mirrors, clocks, and whatever else can be hung up.

Then there is all the maintenance stuff.  Cleaning supplies, vacuum cleaners, more storage bags and boxes, it never seems to end.  When wallymart needs to restock, they come here.  It’s another treasure hunt just to find something in this place.  To get something out of the fridge requires the movement of 6 other bits of food to find the one you are looking for.  Everyday, more is added to the pile.  Rarely is there a day where a trip to a store is not made.  And the worst part is, someday, this will all be mine.

This, for lack of a more better term, is my inheritance.  All the crap, junk, shit, and other worldly goods found in this little apartment will at some point in the future, be something I will have to deal with, and I am not looking forward to it.

In terms of monetary value, there is not much here worth anything.  A few bits to be sure but overall, most of this stuff wouldn’t fetch much more than a few bucks at a yard sale.  And to be honest, the money is not what concerns me.  Acquiring all this treasure is not going to affect my monetary worth one way or another.  It’s the actual disposition of all this crap which I am not looking forward too.

If something happens and I am called upon to take care of this place it’s going to be a major undertaking.  I am going to have to up and leave from wherever I happen to residing, be it Hawaii or the Keys.  If I happen to be living on a boat I will need to find proper dockage while away, or break or suspend a lease if I am in an apartment because it will take months to settle and dispose of all this crap.  There will be all the legal issues to deal with, closing of accounts, and shutting down utilities.  I will have a month to vacate the apartment which most likely means I will need to find a storage unit to keep everything in until I can get rid of it.  Then I have to find ways to get rid of it.

Yes, I know, and I have been researching all possibilities.  Ebay and Amazon will be getting some business.  I’ve looked into local auction houses and estate sale companies.  Donations to local charities will be made.  And a lot of crap will just get thrown away.  It’s not a lack of solutions, it’s the amount of time, work, and money to get it all done.

There is very little here, nothing actually which I would want to keep.  It’s highly doubtful I will ever own another house so the furniture is of no use to me.  Kitchen stuff can be replaced easily.  None of the clothes fit me.  The decorations are worthless.  And anything of sentimental value really makes no sense to hold onto because I will have no heirs.  And as for selling whatever I can for whatever I can get, in the end, factoring in travel, storage, moving, legal fees, and Darwin knows what else, I will probably be fortunate to break even.  But as I said, the money is not the issue here.

I’ve begged those who will leave said estate to me to downsize.  Get rid of some of this junk.  I suspect most of those shoes have not been worn in years.  Same with the clothes.  But I might as well be talking to the walls.  Every time the front door opens another load of crap freshly bought from the many stores enters the room.  Very little ever goes out.  The piles just keep getting bigger and bigger.  And what’s even more fun to look forward too, I may have two other apartments for which I will be responsible for taking care of.

The time may come when I have to deal with all this.  And I am not looking forward to it.

Capt. Fritter

 

 

  3 Responses to “Something Not To Look Forward Too…”

  1. I am speechless.
    I couldn’t live there for one more minute. I would suffocate.
    no wonder you get set to be depressed when going there. it’s worse than I pictured. it’s nicely organized hoarding really.
    it’s what Joshua Fields went through in his minimalists book ‘all that remains’ when his mother died of cancer.
    he had to go and clean out her apartment in florida. it was chock full … everywhere. every square inch.
    he faced the same thing you will be facing.
    and it was the incentive for him to become the minimalist he is today. it’s a good read. nothing you don’t already know.
    but it’s still inspiring.
    when the time comes I would just GIVE IT ALL away. I wouldn’t even sort through any of it.
    it would take a few days but it would be worth it. not like sorting through it all. let the charity sort it.
    but one person may be left and the other won’t want to part with any of it then for sure. ohmygosh. I don’t envy you.
    bless you capt.
    leave as soon as you can. they are happy with their life. and life is too short for you to stay for months on end there.
    getting ever more depressed. it winds up making you sick. remember last time.
    why do people do that to their children? it’s so common. and so sad. STUFF over people. always stuff that’s so important.
    bossy broad signing out.

  2. That’s one of the reasons I’m glad my dad remarried. He moved into my stepmothers house so my stepsister will be responsible for all the clean out. We’ve already established that there is nothing there I want.

  3. Wow. Just wow.