Almost 30 years ago, I bought a house and started accumulating 'stuff'. As we all do - just ask Thoreau. In 2010, after my kids moved out and the cat died, my financial advisor said I could stay in Sn'Orleans in a three-bedroom house if I wanted to, but I'd have to take in a boarder. Nope. So I sold my house, sorted through stuff, threw out and sold a lot of things, and found a two bedroom apartment downtown. Three years later, I moved everything to another two-bedroom apartment, including boxes I'd never opened. Now, another move, to a one-bedroom. I briefly considered putting some things in storage, to be sorted 'later', but I'm a little older, a little wiser, so I did a selective purge. Much of this was things I knew were there - still taped in boxes for much of it. But there were few surprises too - some good, some bad. Some were repacked to be dealt with later - I hope. Some were discarded as not wanted on the voyage.
I'm lighter now, with less bothersome 'stuff'.