[wdfifteen]

This is a very thought provoking thread. To me it seems like getting rid of ALL my stuff is kind of like surrender. Like admitting that I am so close to heading out to the final pasture and that I’ll never need any of it again.
We are contemplating building a garage to keep our stuff in, while at the same time selling or giving away stuff on a constant basis. We’re getting rid of stuff that just sits around - my die cast models, etc., and keeping tools and things that help us stay creative and productive. It’s hard to accept that things that were once important to you have little or no market value. It’s also hard to accept that things you’ve kept around expecting to use them again someday aren’t ever going to be used - I’m thinking hiking boots, tents, backpacks, etc.
Spending a lot of time these days thinking about why I have stuff.
Some of it evokes pleasant memories.
Some of it is useful.
Some of it feels like part of me. My identity is tied up in it. I’ve owned my Speedster for 45 years. It’s been with me through 2 marriages, raising of my son, many life changes. I can’t imagine life without it. Who would I be?
Stuff, man. Something to think about.