I’ve weeded out so much that I’m moving about 1/3 the volume that I arrived with, five years ago.  There were things that I’d moved to Texas, and when I looked at them years later, I wondered, “Who was that woman?”

Moving back to New England has some scary aspects.  No job, no real savings, and no idea where we’ll be living… except that we want to be close to the coast and north of Massachusetts.

We just know that we have to do this, and — with current economic trends — this won’t become easier if we wait.   It’s a necessary leap of faith.  Our apartment lease concludes at the end of this month (April), and so we leave then.

The vast majority of our moving boxes are books.  We’re both in love with books.  HT has taken about a dozen boxes of books to the local half-price, and we’re still weeding out books.

The rest of the boxes are mostly (in order of volume) family heirlooms (I’m saving them for when my kids get settled), art supplies, fabric, and holiday decor.

My current busy-ness is a good thing.  I’m so busy packing and raising money to finance this move, I’m not as stressed as if I had time to think about the risks.

I just know that we have to live where we have four seasons, can grow a lot of our own food, and outdoor recreation is more of an option… mountains to climb, trails to ski on, icy waters to wade in on hot summer days, and so on.