I have over the years reduced my junk to what could fit in a suitcase. The catalyst was shitty life events, precipitated by terrible life choices that were all essentially built on attachments. These attachments provided distractions, the distractions kept me from having the time or energy to have an honest look at what I'd become.
Some of them were and still could be rationalised, but I lost it all @meno! Cars, a house that I paid off by the age of 30, all the clothes, gadgets, trinkets, books, instruments, except my Gibson Howard Roberts fusion I have that 12000 miles away at my moms. But, the rest is all memories, even the pictures and MacBook Pro contents, imac, 1st generation iPod touch, all those songs, all gone.. I have my sanity, my health, and I've replaced all that stuff with a totally new life on the other side of Earth that seemed impossible years ago. It all began with the acceptance of letting go of the junk and in the end it's basically junk, if it clutters the mind and leads to familiar places and routines it's junk.
Good on you mate, I'm not preaching minimalism for all, but we don't take anything with us, and all that really matters is the connections we make while here...
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I think minimalism is admirable, but hard to imagine for most... a good friend travels the world, with not much more than a backpack and I've known him to not be loving his life... So it's certainly powerful if one can pull it off..