resizing

[cris]

When I was younger, I lived in a shambling brownstone, with peeling wallpaper, an oven that didn't work and a basement that flooded on a regular basis. It had, however, gloriously tall ceilings and those ceilings combined with youth and not giving a damn somehow wrapped all of the decrepitude in a romantic air of gentle deshabile. I've moved to

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[dancer]

We experienced something somewhat similar (but on a bigger scale) when we bought our first house in Framingham. Out of the city, more space for less $. The place was so big it was almost cavernous. So many places to put things. But it was in Framingham and our life was all out here. We learned the hard way that the extra cash was worth less space and more proximity to things we liked and people we loved. Our home now is still plenty large enough for us, but we had to downsize quite a bit. People are used to "needing" so many more things nowadays than they used to. My sister who lives in a 5k square foot house can't imagine living in our house, but our in the city proper apartment dwelling friends can't believe that this whole huge place is ours. It's all relative

[fudjo]

When I moved to Budapest, I had to make a lot of hard decisions about what I would bring with me and what I really needed. It's simplified my life a ton, and I've been really enjoying it. I got to thinking about the stuff in my storage space, and it started to feel like a burden, what do I do with it, where do I put it, etc. Hurricane Irene made a lot of those decisions for me, and I gotta say, I'm not all that unhappy about it.

[badriyaz]

We purged a *lot* on our last move; although we were moving from a 2 bedroom to a 3 bedroom apartment, the square footage wasn't much different, and the flooding basement/non-temperature controlled attic meant that we effectively had less storage space, or rather plenty of storage space that was only suitable for certain types of items. It was indeed very liberating. We gave away things that we could have sold, to friends and via Craigslist, and watched things vanish from the curb, and made those trips to the Staples electronics recycling center. It is good to feel that you can adapt and change, that possessions won't trap you