Category Archives: Financial Freedom

Mush – The Stranglehold of Emotional Attachment: Part 2

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Oh, horse’s head, it’s been a long time, you and I. You weren’t always just a head – you started out as a whole horse. A plastic rocking horse. I can’t remember, but I’ve been told that I used to lean my head against your mane in the middle of the night. I pulled myself out of my crib and rocked till mom found me. “Mush, horse! MUSH!”Continue Reading

Where is Diaper Bear? – The Stranglehold of Emotional Attachment: Part 1

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Not one of the toys on my shelf impressed me as a kid. Sure, I asked for them, I had lots of fun playing with them, but I always wondered – how would my toys hold up over time? Would I rediscover Strawberry Shortcake  at 30 years of age? Would I press her moldy red hair against my face, reminiscing about my childhood? “Mmmm, smells like….strawberries?” If Strawberry wasn’t destined to be my my favorite toy, then who?

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Smaller, Not Smellier – Our Search for Affordable Housing in Washington DC

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Something seemed off as soon as our potential new landlord cracked open the door to the basement apartment in Southeast DC. She seemed normal enough, but her pants were unbuttoned and an inch of bare belly showed under her business-casual blouse. One whiff inside the door and we knew she was hiding a dirty secret.

“Is that incense?” I asked, pointing to the smoldering stick on the windowsill.

“Smells good, hmm?” Hmm.

I looked around and noticed all the windows were cracked. Incense was burning everywhere. I began to investigate further.

“What’s that smell? Is that… pee?”

“No, no. Previous tenant had big dog. Would you like to fill out an application?”

I’m not sure if we were just tired of our apartment search or if it was that we hadn’t come across an apartment this cheap in DC before, but we ignored our common sense and reached for the form.

“Is that water on the floor?” I said as I looked up at an obviously damp ceiling.

“Oh, yeah, somebody must have spilled that there.”

I took a final sniff around the room and walked up to Josh who was filling out the form.

“Do you really want to pay $35.00 to apply for this place?” I said quietly in his ear.

He stuffed the application in his green shoulder bag and we were on our way.

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Donation Day

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Our house minimizing project is going well. We haven’t reached an amazing goal of owning 100 items each (maybe in a month or two), but we have drastically cut down our possessions. We are planning on moving to a cheaper apartment very soon (and  had a time limit of one month), so to stick to our schedule we declared this past Sunday Donation Day.

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Tornado Bin – Purging Our Self-Storage

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We took heed of the Tornado Warning and headed to the basement. What better time to clean out the storage unit?  When the wind picked up, I just wedged myself between a few boxes, tucking my left foot behind the camping gear. Everything we sorted was big and bulky and it took a few heaves and hos to lift the bike rack. But what at first seemed to be the worst process ever got easier as we made our way through the storm.

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No Easy Task – Finding Gratitude Among Change

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We’ve managed to smile most evenings while hunched over a box of clutter, but the stress doesn’t fade away with the morning sun. The small creases in my partner’s brow prove to be fresh with worry. Will we finish it all by May?

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First the Closet, Then the Rest – Wrapping Up My Minimized Wardrobe (For Now)

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First the Closet

Before we dive into what’s next, I feel the need to clear the air; my final wardrobe is not 40 items. Its 40 items x 2 wardrobes. I have a summer and a winter collection of clothes that totals 80 pieces. It needed to be said, because a few people have patted me on the back, “You only own 40, I couldn’t do that!”

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We Just Walked Away – The Start of a Car Free Lifestyle

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As we handed over the keys, the new owner of our little black Neon gave a confused look around.

“Did you guys bring another car? Do you need a ride to the Metro?”

“No thanks, we’re going to walk.”

We looked back at my very first car parked on an unfamiliar road and then we just walked away. We were ready for the next step in our journey and it felt amazing. As instructed, we followed a woodland path toward the Metro. The buyers had jokingly warned us that the “Red Fox” guarded the woods and many neighborhood dogs had gone missing.  As we walked the path we saw a group of young boys chasing their black lab, “Get him before he reaches the woods! You know what happened last time!”

It was an truly an amazing path to exit upon.

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Tales From Our Cluttered Home

 

We haven’t talked about it much on here yet, but we’ve been on a steady course to minimize our worldly possessions in preparation for the move into a smaller (cheaper) apartment. It’s absolutely incredible how much stuff can accumulate into the lives of a couple when they’re not paying attention. In the course of digging everything out and categorizing (more on that later), our house has become one big pile of stuff we didn’t know we had. It’s enough to cause despair, but we decided that instead of getting depressed, we’d challenge ourselves to make art out of the chaos. Thus were born the pics you see above. Enjoy!

Tiny House – Research the Future

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After years of dreaming of an eco-friendly home of our own, we finally discovered Boneyard Studios, a Tiny House showcase right here in Washington, DC. Boneyard Studios has three little houses on wheels parked in an alley lot in NE, proving that the Tiny House movement isn’t isolated to the West Coast.

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