I have been thinking about simple living, especially in
the contexts of minimal impact on the environment and slowing down in our fast-paced
world. All kinds of things have contributed to this process, such as: Jude Hill’s
blog, Maya Donenfeld, my concerns about the environment in the midst of this strange winter, Kimberly
Palmer’s new book The Economy of You, “Frontier House,” the amount of
time spent indoors due to the weather and illness, and my attempts to discern
next steps.
I’ve been reminded recently of our search for a house
when we moved to our current location. According to the realtor (and the bank),
we could have afforded more in a mortgage than we were comfortable undertaking.
In the almost 25 years that we have lived here, our decision to buy a smaller
house and live with a lower mortgage has proven to be a wise one. We have had
lots of expenses that would have been impossible to cover otherwise, including
college costs for three children and ourselves.
My husband went back to school
to complete his degree after being downsized. I was already in school
completing mine at the time. Thankfully, I was able to get a full-time job at
the university I attended, which allowed us to cover our expenses for the time
it took my husband to finish his degree and find a job, me to finish both my BA
and MA, and one of our sons to attend college. We had a picture window to
replace when a son’s stone-skimming attempt turned into a fractured window.
There
was the lower-level flooding that required new flooring, cabinetry in the
utility room and a bath, and new drywall; the spring storm that required a new
roof and air conditioning unit and led to replacing the furnace, too; and a
multitude of other expenses we couldn’t have foreseen, as well as the normal
expenses inherent in raising three children.
It is apparent that, in many ways, we have lived more
simply than many in our society. Simultaneously, we live with a lot more than many,
both in our country and around the world. At one point in my life, I was
feeling somewhat deprived because I was comparing what I had to others in my
circle who had larger houses, fancier cars, and other luxuries that I did not.
When I made the conscious decision to compare my life and possessions to
another friend whose home was about half the size of mine, I felt rich. I
realized, then, that much of the discontentment in our society stems from the
idea that we are entitled to the absolute best rather than a search for what
makes us feel good about our lives.
While we appear to have practiced simple living more than
many people, I have been encouraged by the number of people who appear to have
embraced the idea recently. In addition, I have been trying to do even more.
One of the things I have been doing is imitating my mother, who used to give
things away when their usefulness to our family was over. Another is to follow
the admonition, made popular during the Great Depression and WWII of “Use it
up. Wear it out. Make it do or do without,” which my grandmother used to repeat
often. I try to make many, if not most, gifts. Additionally, when I do need to
purchase something, I try to see if I can get it used or can make it with
materials on hand. I anticipate downsizing our home in the next few years, too.
I am curious about whether you have considered the idea
and, if so, what steps you have taken toward that goal? How do you feel about
it?
