I'm an anti-hoarder as I grew up with one and it put me off possessions for a very long time. We kept moving and dragging this vast amount of stuff with us - across and between countries. It was madness. For years, probably until my late twenties I used to only want to own the amount of stuff that would fit in my car. Or even better, a backpack. I've mellowed and can now look around at a flat that's fairly full. But I've not left if behind completely because when I buy stuff I then need to get rid of something old. And if I'm in a bad mood, getting rid of something is bound to cheer me up.
Almost inevitably I'll create the opposite in my daughter who is already onto my sneaky ways of getting rid of her excess :embarrassed: