Dorm room lessons in organizing
The back to school season has had me reflecting on my college days. As I browse all the dorm room essentials in store circulars, I’m reminded of a time when all of my prized possessions somehow fit into one car and I somehow squeezed them all into a small room, shared with a roommate who also filled the space with her prized possessions.
Sure, I had storage space at my parents where I housed the rest of my “stuff” and my seasonal clothing. But everything I needed fit into the back of a mini-van. These days it is a challenge to fit the kids and supplies in the mini-van for just one week at the shore.
But fitting everything into the car to go off to school was a challenge too. The bare essentials were packed first, then each additional item had to be assessed as to whether it was “worthy” of the space it would consume. My items were essentially assigned into “A-list” and “B-list” categories. The end result was that I was surrounded by only things I needed and loved.
These days, keeping only the “A-list” items can be a challenge. Having more space invites more stuff. And without limited space you’re not forced to go through it all. Before you know it your house is not a home, it’s a big storage unit.
When I organize my own home today, I strive to live by the principal of only surrounding myself with things I need and love. I organize rooms first by placing the essentials in the space, and then assessing each additional item, asking “Do I love it?”. I try to assess the feeling I have to each object. If the item evokes negative feelings (guilt, regret, denial) I do not keep it. Those “skinny” jeans remind me that 3 kids later, my waist has gotten bigger. That gift from the office party reminds me of negative memories of a former boss. A pretty picture frame from an old friend, is a reminder of an ended friendship. They’re all gone, not making the cut.
When I look around my home, I want to only see only things that I love and treasure, and smile at the memories they trigger. Life isn’t as carefree as my college days, but less stuff I own, the more carefree I feel.