There’s a strange thing that happens when you finally get comfortable. You stop questioning whether your life still fits.
For years, I thought comfort meant stability—same house, same setup, same rhythm. But comfort can quietly turn into clutter when it keeps you from moving forward.
When we first talked about selling things and moving into an RV, I realized how much of my “comfort” was tied to convenience. I didn’t need half the things in my home; I just didn’t want to deal with letting them go. Every shelf, closet, and storage bin had something that used to be meaningful but wasn’t anymore.
It’s humbling to look around and realize how much energy your stuff demands—dusting it, storing it, repairing it, tripping over it. Each box became a little anchor that whispered, “You can’t leave yet.”
But the truth is, you can. And once you start saying goodbye to what you don’t need, the relief that follows feels better than comfort ever did.
Sometimes you have to unclutter your environment to remember who you are without all the noise.
Bri Clark 