I have been in the process of home-hunting, packing, and moving for several months now. Since I found out that we were going to have to move, I’ve been making a point of trying to do a little bit every day. Freecycle something we’re not taking with us. Sort through the pantry. Pack a box of the fancy dishes (who has dinner parties when they’re moving?) or books or winter clothes. Pack another box. Pack yet another fucking box. My goal is a box a day.

We have been to Goodwill at least five times, and my car has been full every time. \o/ And we have another partial load of stuff to donate as well (omg, 20 years in one house, you get so much crap).

We are three weeks away from the actual move date (give or take) and there is actually surprisingly little to do left. Yes, there are still things unpacked, but they are things that we actively need to use. Now it’s mainly sorting through the remaining boxes in the box room (maybe 10 left? we couldn’t open the door before…); culling through some papers in the office; some stuff in the garden; patching walls…

…and kicking back and relaxing until we can pack all the “need to use” stuff.

Thank you, UFYH, for the wonderfully sane move.