How many possessions do we need and why do we think they make us happy?
Together with my husband, I recently moved to a 1 bedroom Condominium which is just 30 square metres. When I first saw the Condo I thought it had everything I wanted, but it was too small. We spent two days driving all over the city with real estate agents looking at other units – some were bigger, some closer to the city, some with magnificent views. In pondering our decision, we decided to have a second look at the 30 square metre Condo, the first unit we had inspected and on second glance, it seemed larger and ticked all the boxes . . . more about our new home later.
I remember the first unit we moved into during the early days of our relationship when we were young, in love and had little money. Our bedroom furniture consisted of a single bed mattress and a single bed air mattress side by side on the floor and no matter how we tried, we could never get both mattresses to be the same height. We had one bean bag and one fold-up “Sunlounger” chair to sit on while we watched the exciting television programs of the 1980’s and our fridge we borrowed from a cousin – it did not have a freezer and it was painted bright yellow. It soon became obvious that our priority was to buy a bed as soon as we had saved enough money, because credit was never an option in those days. Finally, the purchase of a double bed was made, together with two bedside cabinets which my husband loving assembled using the only tool in his tool box, a tent peg hammer.
Over the next many years, we acquired so many possessions – we purchased our first home and soon started renovating and extending it for the future when it would be filled with children, family and friends. We built the shed and then extended the shed so we had somewhere to store the second car, the motorbike, the wheelbarrow and all the other possessions we acquired along the way.
Then the time came for us to make a life-giving decision about our possessions and our home when we finally accepted that children were not going to be part of our life and home. It was a decision that took three months to make, but that is story for another blog which I will write soon.
We left our home with the only possessions we now owned in just a suitcase and a backpack each and as we drove out of the town and headed south, we had no idea what a journey the next 20 years would be.