We have way too much shit. (Sorry Grandpa, but that is the best word for it. Crap just does do this junk justice.)
We've managed to pack up about half of the kitchen, most of the bookshelves in the living room (devoid of books, but fragiles remain for packing), and most of the spare room. Remaining: master bedroom, closet (ugh), office, and garage (oh my goodness, I don't even want to think about that!!)
The bad part is that I really want to downsize, I just don't want to spend the time and energy to go through the stuff now as that is precisely what we don't have: time. So it is all getting boxed up and moved to the new place. Oiburner and I have made a pact that as we unpack we will purge.
I just think of Sonja and Roland and friends D&T going through their items three or four times, winnowing down the "important" items and taking only what is necessary. I want a simpler life. I need a simpler life in order to face the changes coming up.
My Mother In Law is no longer capable of living on her own. After some changes of mind on her part, she kinda sprang it on us that she wanted to move in with us. (Yes we had offered, but she was pretty adamant at one time that she wasn't going to accept.) The sudden reversal of decision and subsequent edict to go out and buy a new house had us spinning. Yeah, MIL could live in our house, but then she wouldn't be able to bring any of her stuff.
Her primary requirements were bed (king size), baby grand piano, and grandfather clock. I understand all these things. But they won't fit in our current house. We really struggled with an idea of finally building that garage we wanted, turning the current garage into living space, and calling it good. However, that wouldn't happen in the truncated time table we had to work in. MIL had made up her mind and didn't understand what was taking so long.
So we canceled all vacation plans and set in earnest to looking for houses that would fit all of our requirements. That was not a fun process, especially as Oilburner was traveling in another state for much of it. In between, we also flew to CA to help clean up her house in order to put it on the market. Again...mind made up, it has to be done NOW!
Then the struggles began to include, "So now I get to bring all my furniture" instead of just the three most important items. Yeah... that is a daily, ongoing struggle that will only end when the furniture truck arrives and we put our feet down as to what makes it past the hallowed doors...and what doesn't. I'm not looking forward to this...
As for the moto content...wait till you see the man cave... We close this Friday, I'll post pictures then.
Update: 90% of the master closet is packed (which is also the linen closet), the office closet is empty of various and sundry motorcycle and all other manner of clothing, and the bookshelves in the office are starting to show some bare patches. Wonder if we actually will complete this disaster by Friday???
