Writer & Editor & Photographer & Author, The Bucknoll Cottage Chronicles: Sex and the City meets Under the Tuscan Sun, but no sex, no city and in the Poconos
Greetings loyal fans of my Brick Underground oeuvre. After a long nap I am back with my lucky 13th article for this wonderful outlet that lets me publish my True Confessions of grappling with real estate issues in New York City. This one is about How I Flunked Downsizing. One comes to a certain point in life when Less is More and More is Too Much. Seeking to divest myself of stuff, I first consulted the experts: #MarieKondo #SwedishDeathCleaning and signed up for a quarterly subscription to #SimplicityMagazine. And indeed, there are important lessons to be learned from these experts Yet after a couple of years of moving papers around in boxes and trying to divest myself of sentimental but unused things, I decided to rip off the Band -Aid and just move to a smaller place. Spoiler alert, it didn’t work out so great. Read all about it and let me know what you think my next move (figuratively speaking) should be. A bonfire perhaps? Or maybe I should embrace the philosophy that the author of my final anecdote tells me is his guiding principle: “I fully intend on becoming a burden to my kids in my elder years!” With lots of thanks to Jennifer White Karp Sarah Lowengard Ira Sager and everyone who supported me through my many moves. https://lnkd.in/gYeSJq9h