Getting rid of stuff

Currently failing miserably at the concept of ‘the tiny home’ philosophy that I’ve been so interested in for years. I quit trying to make things go away. It’s exhausting. Don’t tell my daughters.
When the moving gets tough, the tough go hiking. Great morning at the top of a mountain, wild winds blowing away all the anxiousness, great friends to share it all with. Call it a ‘reset’ lexperience. Yay.
Stuff. What does a squirrel need, a bear, a bird, a beaver, a family on the mordab of Rasht in Iran…