Originally Posted by Milpool
I can remember when everything I owned literally fit into my car. I had my clothes, a plate, mug, fork and knife, a pan, a blanket and towel, all my climbing gear, and that was about it. I didn't have a bed or any real form of furniture. I slept on the floor in my apartments/houses that I lived in unless I was lucky enough to find one that was furnished.
I've lived abroad in a similar manner and it was nice. I had what I needed to keep me happy. I drank a lot of rum and wine out of my coffee mug since that was all I had. Same with my friends that I made. No one cared that I had no dishes, they didn't either. It was always more important to just spend time with the people you cared about.
Now, I have tons of shit. I need a big ass moving truck to move. Boxes of clothes, books, dvds, cds, furniture, kitchen stuff, etc. I have to sit there and painstakingly wrap the crystal stemware so it doesn't get smashed, wrap the kitchen knife blades with cardboard so they don't stab through, or get dinged and damaged when moving. I spend a lot of time each week washing clothes, dishes, ironing, polishing shoes, etc.
I don't think I'm any happier for it.
What?!? You don't keep the boxes?
Anyway, I personally buy a fair amount of stuff, but I don't fill my place with crap. I have lots of electronics/home theater/computer/photography stuff, some blu-rays/books, a decent amount of clothes, and lots of kitchen/dining stuff. Everything I have sees a fair amount of use and gives me some enjoyment. I don't think I own anything that just sits on a shelf collecting dust though, so i'm definitely not a pack rat. I throw out stuff I no longer have a need for on a fairly regular basis.