My Apartment, a Warzone
Look, I’m gonna be honest here. My name’s Linda, and I was a hoarder. Not the kind you see on TV, with piles of newspapers and cats everywhere. No, no. I was a fashion hoarder. Clothes, shoes, accessories—you name it, I had it. And then some.
It all started back in college. I was 20, living in a tiny apartment in Chicago with my roommate, let’s call her Marcus. Marcus was a minimalist. I mean, the guy owned three shirts. Three! I, on the other hand, had a closet that was a black hole of fast fashion finds and impulse buys.
Fast forward to last year. I was 42, still living in that same apartment (okay, I upgraded to a bigger place, but the hoarding habit? Still there). My closet was a mess. My friends were giving me side-eye. And I was stressed out all the time.
Then, one day, it all came to a head. I was trying to find a specific blouse—you know, the one that’s perfect for that one occasion—and I couldn’t find it. I tore apart my closet, my drawers, even my under-bed storage. Nothing. I ended up buying a new one. Which, of course, I didn’t need.
That was the moment I knew I had a problem.
Step One: The Intervention
I called up my friend, Dave. Dave’s a personal trainer, but he’s also a bit of a neat freak. I figured if anyone could help me, it’d be him. We met up for coffee at the place on 5th, and I laid it all out for him.
“Dave,” I said, “I think I’m a hoarder.”
He looked at me, sipped his coffee, and said, “Linda, your apartment is a warzone. You can’t even walk through your bedroom without tripping over a pile of shoes.”
Which… yeah. Fair enough.
So, Dave gave me a challenge. “For the next 30 days,” he said, “you’re gonna declutter one area of your apartment every day. And you’re gonna sell or donate anything you don’t need.”
I was skeptical. I mean, 30 days? But I was desperate. So, I agreed.
The Great Decluttering Begins
Day one was tough. I started with my closet. I pulled out every single item of clothing and laid it on my bed. Then, I started sorting. Keep, donate, sell, trash. It was overwhelming. I cried. A lot.
But by the end of the day, I had filled 12 garbage bags with clothes to donate and listed 15 items on Poshmark to sell. I felt lighter already.
Day two was easier. I tackled my shoes. Day three, my accessories. By day seven, I was a decluttering machine. I even started on my kitchen, throwing out expired food and old spices.
But then, I hit a snag. My sentimental items. You know, the stuff that’s supposed to make you happy but really just makes you feel guilty. Old birthday cards, concert tickets, childhood mementos. I couldn’t bear to part with them.
So, I did what any self-respecting hoarder would do. I ignored them. For now.
The Power of a Good Clear Out
About three months into my decluttering journey, I noticed something. My apartment felt bigger. Brighter. I could actually breathe in there. And the best part? I wasn’t stressed out all the time.
I even started to enjoy the process. There’s something so satisfying about filling up a garbage bag or seeing a “sold” notification on Poshmark. It’s like a little dopamine hit every time.
And the money! I made $87 from selling my old clothes. Not enough to retire on, but enough to treat myself to a nice dinner. Or, you know, more clothes. (Just kidding!)
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But seriously, folks, decluttering your wardrobe is a game-changer. It’s like a physicaly and mental detox. You feel lighter, more organized, and more confident. And honestly, who doesn’t want that?
The Sentimental Stuff
Okay, so I never did get around to decluttering my sentimental items. I mean, how do you throw out a birthday card from your mom? Or a ticket stub from your first concert? It’s hard, you know?
But I’m working on it. Baby steps. And who knows? Maybe one day, I’ll be able to part with that old stuffed animal I’ve had since I was a kid. (Don’t judge me.)
In the meantime, I’m just gonna focus on enjoying my newly decluttered space. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll finally be able to find that perfect blouse when I need it.
So, if you’re out there, reading this, and you’re a hoarder like I was, do yourself a favor. Start small. Start with one area of your home. And take it from there. You won’t regret it.
Trust me. I’m a professional.
About the Author: Linda has been a senior magazine editor for over 20 years. She’s written for major publications, covering everything from fashion to relationships to self-improvement. When she’s not writing, you can find her decluttering her apartment (again) or binge-watching reality TV. She lives in Chicago with her cat, Whiskers, and her ever-growing collection of vintage teacups.
