ASPartOfMe wrote:
Now it is time to move out.
As someone who has been in what may seem like the opposite side of this equation, I nonetheless may have a little advice.
When I still lived in the Northeast US, I moved I don't know how many times, almost all of them with my family, a couple times with an ex, and once on my own when I was away in school. I also assisted others in moving many times, sometimes under extremely stressful conditions. Since I moved out West in 2009, I've lived in (I think?) 7 homes, all with my latest ex.
Having had to get used to the idea of impermanence in living situation, I decided that I was "OK with it", never really noticing just how much stress it always caused me until my recent post-diagnosis reconsideration of my whole damn life. I am both jealous of the long-term stability you've enjoyed, and fearful of what this change, under this set of drastic circumstances will put you through.
The deadline involved will seem daunting, and it SHOULD. There's little to no way to avoid this, short of delaying a closing, which is problematic, to say the least. Enlist as much help as you can, paid-for, if possible within your financial means. Help for both the "stuff" and the manifold other tasks of physically moving one's life.
I know from countless experiences of compressing the physical detritus of a life, or that of a family member, or family of a loved one, that this process is slow, painful and mind-numbingly stressful. Sorting what gets tossed/sold/donated from what goes into storage, to a new home, etc. can bring one right to a meltdown, when that ticking clock is ever-heard.
If the volume of "stuff" is not prohibitive, would it be out of the question to "simply" have it
all hauled to "temporary" storage, until a less stressful schedule may allow more considered sorting?
"I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by."
--Douglas Adams
I never used to consider myself at all sentimental about physical objects, but have gradually realized that I do, in fact have deep attachments to some things as I age. But when I've "lost" something, and later wished I could have it back, that feeling often passes quickly. The most notable exceptions will be, of course, irreplaceably unique mementos like family photos, writings, etc.
Assuming you have not yet started to dismantle the old living situation, perhaps try to notice what catches your eye, sparks memories, comes to hand, inspires thought. If it's been in a drawer or closet for 30 years, is it likely to be missed, or will it just be a brief reminder of a time long gone, when unearthed to be sorted into its category of destiny?
Here's hoping that you soon find yourself settled into a new place, one that will contain both the most treasured objects of your life and the prospect for creating new treasured memories, as well.
Darron