Honey, I Shrunk the House: How to Trade a Palace for a Tiny Home (and Keep Your Sanity)

Coffee in hand, I stepped into the garage and…promptly tripped over yet another box of…stuff.

In my morning daze, I remembered parking my car outside because the garage had become a permanent PODS container.

I have no idea what's out here anymore—just-in-case things, maybe? Stuff we need but don't use? Boxes upon boxes of the unnecessary? Consumer goods unused since the era of the Flintstones? Maybe my next mortgage payment if we can shift and sell it?