You have to be merciless. I learned that from my mother, who attached sentimental value to very little. Stuff begins to own you, otherwise. If you haven’t looked at it or used it in the last year, there’s a good chance that you never will. Off to goodwill.
Unlike my mom, who after I left my wedding dress at her house with the intention of cleaning it and giving it to goodwill, had it pressed and put it one of those boxes you save wedding dresses in.
Then, when I was uncluttering, she saw it in the pile of stuff to go to goodwill and brought it home with her. Once a year, when she cleans out her basement, she asks when I want it back. I tell her to throw it out. This has been going on for five years now.
Amusingly, I do try to store up. However, I am both short and scared of heights to the point where I won’t get on a step stool. There are a lot of things that I have to wait for my husband to get home to use.
My ex-wife still has crap from when we were first married 41 years ago. I’m talking broken small appliances and other useless stuff. A true packrat.
I think I posted this in the other thread, too, but when my husband and I moved two years ago, everyone’s first question was, “Did you get a bigger house?” and our answer was always, “No, we didn’t need a bigger house.” I think your attitude is just fine; it’s not a prevalent attitude, but I see that change in the wind as we all have to learn the lessons of reduce, re-use, recycle, and quit buying so goddamned much stuff.
Well the thing you hope to have is one person who will be the bad cop and throw stuff away and one who will be the good cop keep what needs to be kept. In our relationship I’m the keeper I have tons of clothes and things from when I was just a little kid and our apt isn’t small small nor is it big. And luckily my soon to be husband will throw away almost anything.
So when we moved in together he couldn’t believe I actually had that many clothes and shoes!! A women needs her shoes.
But point being we went through all the stuff and threw away bags and bags of stuff from when I was a kid and clothes I would never wear again. Papers from college and high school. And magically we had tons of space.
You just need to decide that space is more important than that thing you had when you were a kid or some thing your aunt gave you that you hate. And only keep the clothes that you will actually wear if you will actually ever fit into them again big or small.