I hate running out of space. I hate it when packing up my seasonal decorations, I hate it when trying to find a box for my current year’s tax paperwork, I hate it when packing the car when grocery shopping. I hate running out of space, and I run out of space quite often.
Yes, you’re right: I could just have less stuff. I could cut down on my clutter and throw out some old stuff and probably set fire to a closet or two of old clothes—but that would just give me free reign to fill up those old boxes and storage spaces with more stuff; a blank check to clutter again.