I began the road to extreme minimalism because of a simple desire to be a sloth. It’s easy math. And physics.
The less furniture I have, the less space I need to live.
The less furniture I have, the easier the next move.
Moving furniture is a pain in the butt (and back).
I’d love to have multiple Acapulco chairs and nothing else, really.
And a hammock for sleeping.
Also, the less space I have, the less cleaning I need to do.
I hate cleaning but hate living in a filthy place even more.
The less space means smaller heating and cooling bills.
The fewer things I own, the less time I spend looking after them.
Being comfortable living with fewer possessions means fewer trips to the store, which saves time, effort, and money.
I’d rather buy more chocolate and cakes.