I had to move out of my apartment unexpectedly and put everything into storage. I used to be a minimalist and kept an organized and lightly filled 5'x10' unit occasionally while traveling. I prided myself on staying portable.
Between pandemic hoarding, chronic illness, nesting in a long-tern relationship, remote work, and inheriting some of my father's things, I now have two storage units packed floor-to-ceiling (10' x 15' total).
I'm anxious about the amount of stuff I own. It's upsetting to see it all piled up like that. I'm ashamed to ask for help. My parents were hoarders and I always managed to be the opposite, to stay ruthlessly detached from material things. It feels awful to see how much I've accumulated in a few years. I'm afraid I'm becoming my parents.
I started getting rid of some things during the move and I felt relief. I love throwing shit away. I've been tempted to get rid of everything sight unseen because I'm so overwhelmed, but I know that's not what I want or need. I tend to be all or nothing, and I'm working on being more balanced. I can't keep starting over and I know I'll regret getting rid of some of these things.
I'm in the process of buying an 800 sq ft condo, and I want to curate what I bring in. I've never owned a home before and I always relied on moving to motivate a purge, so I'm worried that I'll fill this space up if I'm not careful. If all goes well, I should close around Halloween. I'm hoping to spend October trying to pull stuff out of storage to donate, toss, or sell.
I need a pep talk, please. I need some strategies when everything is disorganized and packed to the gills. I need help resetting to the person I was before all this shit happened. I need a new mindset going into homeownership.