You probably heard, we’re moving. I can’t begin to tell you how much I’ll miss this home. I’ve been going around taking pictures of different areas of our home, getting choked up with every picture as memories flood my brain. Like this view of our music room. It’s the first thing I see as I’m coming down the stairs in the morning + the last thing I see as I’m headed upstairs to sleep.

Does anyone else feel melancholy when getting ready to move?

All weekend I worked in the kitchen, evaluating what we should give away and what we should bring with us to the new house. 

I’m dumbfounded by the amount of things I found that I had not seen in a decade or things I forgot we even had.

I organized things into two simple piles: Bring + Donation. There were a few things that made me hesitate before putting them in the donation pile, but just kept going over my donation criteria:

• have we used it within a year?
• do we really need it in the new house?
• does it even work?
• is it old?
• do I really want to pack it?
• what function will it serve in the new house?
• how much do I like it? 

My car quickly filled up with boxes for donation. Now I just need to make sure I don’t go rummaging through these boxes and change my mind.

I’ve only worked on half of the kitchen. There’s so much more work to go and I’m already tired. Help!