I'm pretty sure I've done that a couple of times in my life, although I didn't count everything at the time.
Most recently was a decade ago when my two children and I went on the run from an abusive husband. We lived in a motel room for three months, with nothing much more than a change of clothes each, a swim suit, a nintendo game, along with my laptop and cell phone.
Of course now, we have an entire 3 bedroom house crammed full of "things".
