Living in a studio comes with its challenges… mostly myself. After a recent trip, I came home disgusted at the state of my place. Not that it’s dirty or wall-to-wall in junk, but more the fact I had too much crap laying around. It gave me an overwhelming sense of dread just looking at my countertops, shelves, bathroom (my god - the horrors), etc. I hear my dad’s voice in my head (and see my parent’s garage) saying “don’t get rid of it, you might need it someday!” and while that may be true for the countless, mostly used 5w-20 oil cans in his garage (”use those first!”), I could not apply the same logic to old clothing, expired medicine, and other trinkets I haven’t touched since I bought them. Drawing from Dana K. White’s (and Marie Kondo’s, somewhat) teachings, I found myself asking a few essential questions: Have I used this in the last year? Do I care about the thing or is it just the memory associated with it? Would I pay to move this across the country? With those in mind, I g