One of the downsides of planning to run away to the other side of the world is the cost of luggage. I won't be able to keep everything we currently have in our home. I don't especially want to keep everything we have now. I don't actually want everything we have now, currently. (I could happily get rid of a lot of things, but apparently my family is still using stuff).
As I go about my daily activities, I evaluate the merit of the things I use. Will I take this giant, heavy bowl (perfect for making bread)? Yes. Electronics will all be left -- the different electrical voltage will not work with my blender. Which books will I need, and which can be re-homed?
It gives me a peculiar, disinterested perspective on the things I use. Should we replace the dining table with a wobbly leg? Well, if we move in five years, it probably won't be worth it. We can probably make it work, or mend it if we need to. If we have to replace the washer, what will we do with it when we leave -- should we leave it for the renters?
I'm slowly culling some of the surplus. I have an ebay page to sell things that are too good to donate. (And the money I make helps pay off the house, so we can afford to live on a traveler's income.) I am giving hard looks to my husband's tool collection -- how many wrenches does one man need? If I sell them one by one, will he notice? Is there even a market for that? (There's not. I checked.)
I have become curiously immune to the siren song of Target. I don't have a desire to decorate a house I am already packing in my mind.
