You can’t take it with you…
But who would want to? Two thousand pounds of stuff… never to be seen again! To alleviate a misconception I encountered yesterday, though: I still have everything most people would use on a regular basis except a microwave and a TV/DVD. Those I don’t have for my own reasons. I didn’t get rid of a TV–I haven’t owned but one in my entire life. I have not gotten rid of my bed or couch. (As a matter of fact I still have two couches.) I’ve still only gone back to look for two things that I probably donated, and it didn’t bother me that they were gone. I can’t remember what one of those was, and I can’t describe the other (a shirt). I’ve missed fewer things since downsizing than I lost before downsizing, by far.
I didn’t give away anything that was meaningful to me. There were only a couple of things, including my set of college dishes (from 20 years ago) that I had a moment’s hesitation about giving up. I had no use for the things I let go of, and very little if any emotional attachment. These were things that I was storing, not using. And I probably have 500-1000 pounds more than should be donated in the near future. I met my goal though, and I’ll be satisfied to stop weighing for now.
Two thousand pounds seems like a lot, but my guess is that there are many other people who could easily give up twice that without missing any of it. I dare you to try it.