Downsizing. For baby boomers, it’s not so easy

Downsizing. Or as author Akiko Busch puts it, the art of shedding possessions. It’s a task that many baby boomers face. But where to start, and what to choose? For boomers, it’s not so easy. On the website of our friends at PBS, NextAvenue.org, Busch explains that getting rid of things involves careful deliberation along with emotional insight.

Do you realize, there is no precise terminology for the process of what we generally refer to as “downsizing?” And we could really use one. Because when it comes to the art of selection, I find myself more interested in what to give up than what to collect.

Author Akiko Busch

Author Akiko Busch

Maybe it just has to do with the natural balance of things. After spending much of my adult life bringing things into the house, I am now more preoccupied with getting them out. I am not alone. There are many of us who are passionate not about taking possession but rather about relinquishing it. And surely the latter is more difficult.

Thoreau knew something about this, noting in his chapter on “Economy” in Walden, “I see young men, my townsmen, whose misfortune it is to have inherited farms, houses, barns cattle, and farming tools; for these are more easily acquired than got rid of.”

One may be forced to downsize space due to economic dictate in recessionary times or might simply choose to live more simply and sustainably. But even if the mandate to cede one’s belongings is clear, one still needs insight and judgment to do so — and that can pose some complex challenges.

I developed the requisite skill to be a connoisseur of object surrender on a recent renovation project, turning my adult son’s room into one for guests. After he had gone off to college, the room became an improvisational storage unit for all kinds of excess belongings: along with his camera, guitar, books, and sports equipment were my grandmother’s linen tablecloths, a rice steamer, an antique beaded handbag, some gardening tools, a teak desk from Thailand, a pile of old sweaters, a birdhouse. The list goes on.

But how to start weeding through this overcrowded museum of domestic life? Things come into our lives for any number of reasons: need, desire, taste, inheritance, or simply the human impulse to fill some space in our lives that has been left empty.

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There are many factors ruling our choices about what to surrender. A force equal and opposite to the impulse buy is the precipitous urge to give something up, which can spring from some combination of regret, disenchantment, a sense of failure, even fatigue.

But beyond such hasty and impetuous housecleaning are the simple facts that we outgrow things, our tastes change, and, maybe most of all, our desire for material belongings wanes. Parting with them may only be a matter of recognizing that we need to end certain relationships and understand how the physical objects around us have served as their emotional accomplices.

I have found that what I am ready to relinquish generally falls into one of two categories: things that resonate with past experience and those that hold out promise for a future enterprise that is unlikely to materialize. Which is to say, the stuff can be purely evocative or insanely aspirational.

baby-boomer-downsizeThe soccer shoes fall into the first category. We are done with the early Saturday wake-up calls, the windy mornings at the field, the throat-clenching goals and misses. The beaded handbag is more aspirational, though after years of harboring such delusions, I have come to accept the fact that the glittering parties where it might be useful play little role in my rural life. Facing such facts squarely can be liberating, as well as helpful in the effort to part with these things.

The bird house was moved to a hemlock tree in the yard where it had belonged all along. Sometimes, relocation is a better option than relinquishment; one must know the proper place for things.

What I have come to find, though, is that what is gone leaves behind its own negative space. When I look at the now-vacant room, emptied and repainted, with its polished pine floors and pristine linen walls, I realize that the shoes and the handbag, along with the rice steamer, the garden tools, and all the rest of it continue to exist as small, domestic erasures, outlines of things that once were.

A Swiss typographer named Jan Tschihold once noted that “white space is to be regarded as an active element, not a passive background,” and that says something about how I’ve come to see the blank walls and empty spots in these rooms once occupied by objects. The relinquished items manage to compose a series of absences that have their own particular elegance. The room is not full, but it remains inhabited.

And perhaps it makes sense. I have not yet found the word to describe the process. Not having the word, I realize with satisfaction, may be the prelude to not having the things.

Akiko Busch writes about design, culture and the natural world for a variety of publications. Her most recent book, The Incidental Steward: Reflections on Citizen Science, was published by Yale University Press in April 2013.

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2 Comments

  1. I may not know the word, but I can offer my sentiment. “You are rich in what you give and poor in what you take (or keep).” That applies to your life — and to the act of downsizing! So, embrace the process and enjoy your good fortune.

  2. We are starting the downsizing of the middle-class suburban house that was home to not just three children (the last of whom is going to be dejunking her own possessions before she leaves in a couple of months because this house is too much for us any more), but also the homeschool which sent them off to their professional lives.

    Photographs of the things that go help.

    Thinking of what we’d save in a fire helps.

    And thinking about our NEW home – probably in a Continuing Care Retirement Community (CCRC) – and which of our possessions will make it our home for the rest of our life – also helps.

    The final thought is always: if I end up in a nursing home, which of the mountain of objects I deal with now would provide the most comfort and sense of home.

    Those thoughts – where we will be going instead of where we’ve been – are guiding our choices. That, and keeping the small mementos such as digital photographs and home ‘movies’ and a few scrapbooks from the homeschooling days.

    At least we are not limited – with modern technology, millions of photos fit in a space much smaller than our parents’ shoebox of photos.

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