Terrified of downsizing?

How do you overcome the fear and stress of downsizing?

By Editor / 10 November 2021


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Are you contemplating leaving your forever home? Source: Jimmy Dunne.


My wife Catherine and I recently moved.

I realized I had something I never knew I had.

Thirty-four years ago, I carried my wife in my arms over the threshold in our home.  Thirty-four years ago.  From newlywed days, to witnessing our babies go from little girls to young adults.  

So many great memories in every inch of every room of our home.

I didn’t think I was ready to ‘downsize.’  What an awful word.  I liked walking through our girl’s bedrooms and still seeing their stuff on the walls and on the shelves.  I liked our backyard.  I liked imagining our kids coming down the steps every Christmas morning.

We put it on the market, it sold in a couple days, and suddenly agreements thicker than my leg were instructing me to clear everything I ever had and knew – out.

Every night I found myself saying goodbye to our backyard, to our garden of roses that Catherine would till and trim, to the sidewalk where the girls drove their Barbie cars and learned to ride their bikes, to our front lawn where we hosted tons of talent shows with all the kids on the block – and the red swing on the front porch.

We found a condo in town and started lining up our ducks of what we were keeping, and what we were tossing.  We vowed, if we’re going to do this, we wouldn’t put anything in storage.

I literally threw out half my stuff.  Half.  Half of the furniture.  Half of my clothes, books.  And the big one… way more than half the boxes in the attic.

The attic was more than an attic.  It held our stories.  Everything in every box, every framed picture was a story.  

After we gave away almost all of the living room furniture, we split the room in half and brought down everything of the girls from the attic and from their rooms.  

We invited the girls over, handed them a cocktail and said, “There’s good news and bad news.  We’ve saved all this stuff; your outfits, drawings, dolls, skates — for you.  It’s now yours.  The bad news, whatever’s not gone by Friday at 10 in the morning, it’s getting chucked in that giant green dumpster in front of the house.”

The girls thought we were Mr. and Mrs. Satan.  But they went through it, and that Friday, most of it went out the front door and right in the dumpster.    

I filled the entire dining room with boxes of all my old stuff.  Grade school stories and pictures, report cards, birthday cards, trophies, you name it.  Boxes of old plaques and diplomas and just stuff and stuff and stuff like that.  How could I throw any of this out?  I may as well have been throwing myself in the dumpster!   

But this little jerk on my shoulder kept asking — what are your kids going to do with all this a week after you’re six feet under?  They’re gonna chuck it all out! 

Here’s the crazy thing.  The more I threw stuff in there, the easier it got.  And I started to kind of like throwing it up and over in that thing.  I started to feel lighter.  Better.  

And we moved in a half-the-size condo – and the oddest thing happened.  

It became our home.  

A picture here and there on the wall, Catherine’s favorite pieces of furniture, all her knick knacks in the bathroom.  We blinked, and it looked and felt just like us.

And then I found that thing I never knew I had.


I had enough.

The wild thing was that having less – actually opened the door to so much more.  More in my personal life.  More in my career.  More in everything.

All I have to do is look in the eyes of my two girls — and they take me back, every time, to the most beautiful, colorful, emotional scrapbook I could ever dream of having.

All I have to do is hold my wife’s hand, and it hypnotizes me back to  kissing her for the first time, falling in love with everything she did, seeing her in that hospital room holding our first baby for the first time.  

It sure seems there is so much more to see, and feel, and be – if I have the courage, if I have the will to shape a life that’s just…


p/s: This story was originally written by Jimmy Dunne

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