Decluttering for my downsize from a large and charming house into a small and beautiful condominium has been so freeing— not in a dramatic or sentimental way, but in the simple, practical sense of watching my home become cozier, easier to live in, and practical.

Before the move, as I sorted through closets, desk drawers, and the pantry, I realized how much space was quietly being taken up by things I no longer use, need, or even notice.  Letting them go has lifted a weight I didn’t realize I was carrying.  The donations to a local thrift store were enormous: bed, dressers, couches, wing-back chairs, kitchen items, extra knitting needles and crochet hooks, and clothes.  Each shelf cleared, each drawer emptied, every excess piece of furniture donated, each bag of unwanted clothes brought a small but actual sense of relief.  I felt lighter, and the burden is gone.

Downsizing has also made daily life more manageable.  With fewer belongings, there’s less to clean, less to organize, less to keep track of, less to clutter shelves and closets.  Surfaces stay clear longer.  Rooms breathe.  I can find what I need without becoming disgusted at the overflow.  Even the atmosphere feels different— calmer, less crowded, minimal, pretty.  It’s amazing how much peace comes from simply having less.  The home begins to work with you instead of against you.

One of the other positives, too, was that the moving truck wasn’t stuffed with “things.”  Everything that was loaded up was exactly what was needed in the new place.  No “maybes,” no “I’ll think about it later.”

Now, after settling in the new place, I decide that when any piece of clothing becomes too worn out to wear, it gets thrown out and its replacement is questionable.  I don’t need seven pairs of shoes or a dozen dresses.  All that cheesy costume jewelry?  Gone.  Purses?  Three are enough.  A plastic serving spoon breaks, and I don’t replace it since I have wooden ones to use.  Now replacements are up for discussion, and rightly so.

This process has reminded me that a peaceful home isn’t created all at once; it’s built through small, steady decisions.  Choosing what truly serves your life today.  Releasing what belongs to the past.  Making room for order, beauty, and ease.  Downsizing has become a way of shaping my home into a place that supports the life I’m living now— not the lavish life I lived years ago, and not the life I imagined I might need to prepare for someday.

If anything, this move has taught me that simplicity is practical.  It’s not about perfection or minimalism for its own sake.  It’s about creating a home that feels manageable, welcoming, and aligned with who I am today.  And in that sense, the freedom I’ve found is not abstract at all—it’s woven into the daily rhythm of living in a space that finally feels like it fits right.

As I continue to live in the world without being of the world, I find myself being better-off and having more time to pray and read good, clean, and educational material.

You would be surprised at how little a person really needs to function in this life.

Pacem in terris.

January 12, 2026