It's hard to move, to loose your stuff, to know what the right decision is. But then, nothing is for certain forever. Parkinson's happened and we are reacting to the need for accessibility. During our 38 years together we have always said "I can live anywhere with my best friend". That's almost true, but experiential background lends a certain reality to what we could honestly live in. As we began to look at housing options, we have certainly found places that we would not like to live: too small, too dark, too few windows, ancient kitchen, crummy location... So live anywhere? Not quite. But we will move from our peaceable kingdom to a smaller home in a development, 'cookie cutter' on a 'postage stamp' lot. We can do this, I know we can, but what do we do with all our 'stuff'? How about an auction?
We haven't signed up but we do think we will. I am not going to be an American who rents a storage unit long term. I do have one for now, because as I pack I bring boxes down to the unit for that 'staged, uncluttered' look realtors so love.
The one thing I do know is that I do not want to be a prisoner to 'my stuff'. As much as I love much of it, it's not coming with us. Going, Going, Gone!