I've moved several times since 1999. Left my loved house, a giant deal for me to do.
First to a house several hundred miles north that my new real estate agent suggested for me, to keep warm in the winter of my move. I did. Stuff unloaded to the garage, some of my paintings on the walls, cookbooks in the pantry, bread rising, opera on the cd player, sequoias in the backyard. The house hadn't sold for three years. I made fun of it to myself, for good reason.
I was there three weeks, agent called, people showed up, loved it, signed to buy.
I then moved to the house owned by the husband of the couple that bought the place. He was a collector. I do mean collector. There was a baseball card room, a pool table room, shaving cream collection in the bathrooms, bubble gum collection in the dining room, beer can collection... and a certain canoe in the back yard. I then lived in one of the four bedrooms and the kitchen.
Time passed and I bought my own house. Fixed it up, re electrical and plumbing. Our business couldn't support us and my business partner and I split, reasonably amicably. She had more feet in the area, elderly husband and so on, so I looked to move to a small place somewhere else. Picked Albuquerque, god help me.
Trouble is, the clutter I have left, such as it is, is important to me. Hard to get rid of. Time has a way with these decisions, as I get engaged with the tossing.
I'd be better off as a buddhist, but am not.
So, tell, oh Prince. How are you dealing with your clutter?