For the most part, I have--in general--enjoyed the experience of moving. I lived in the same house for the first nineteen years of my life. Thus, I have no lingering negativity that perhaps comes from being moved away from friends. Rather, I have excitement about experiencing something new. The promise of new ways to organize all my belongings and opportunities to revamp my computer setup. Furthermore, I have found that an abode never really manages to be as clean, organized, and/or tidy as the first couple weeks of my existing therein.

However, there has been a inner-nagging that grows with each move I have made over the past four or five years. It all started with comments from the likes of Brother Brian Hewes on the my having a lot of stuff in my dorm room. I shrugged off Brother Hewes' comments on account of his being a self-proclaimed minimalist. Yeh, yeh... I'm an American... We all have so much stuff... blah, blah, blah... But, my other friends (a group comprised almost completely of Americans) have come to make comments about how much stuff I lug around.

Upon our recent move, I have felt the pang of conviction in this regard. So, I have forced myself to rid myself of a lot of this stuff. Books, furniture, monitors, VHS tapes, computers, luggage, and much, much more. It's been a liquidation event. I have even rid myself of my cherished ukulele and new-wave, red synth ("Could it be worn like a guitar?" More appropriately--"Could it not be worn like a guitar?"). I want to get rid of more, but--the fact of the matter remains--I got a lot of really useful crap.

Anybody have any hard-and-fast rules when it comes to getting rid of their stuff? (please don't waste your and my time if your rules are neither hard nor fast)