1. Throw stuff out.
If you live in a city like New York, good closet space is rare and can vary from nonexistent to strange and impractical. One of the things about my current apartment that wooed me is the fact that all three bedrooms had their own closets. Unfortunately old habits die hard, and it seems the cleaning technique I developed as a child hoarder—throwing everything in the closet and forcing the door shut—is hard to leave behind. I've lived in my place for 4 years now, and have grown weirdly attached to many objects and items of clothing merely because: #memories. Clearly, I needed to do some purging. I tried to toss everything I hadn't worn in a year and didn't have some weird emotional attachment too. I've also been using my closet to hide my Christmas decoration addiction, a ton of arts and crafts supplies, partially used shampoo bottles, makeup I might want someday, and a bunch of random kids toys I ended up with from my nanny days. Half the stuff I didn't even know I had and most of it was easy to part with.