Ideas for "Easy" Moving

It has been a solid year since I called the mortgage company and turned off the auto-mortgage-payment.  It was one of the hardest/bravest things I have done.  It was hard for me to openly choose to do something that others could judge (blogging about it didn't help there, but it set me free in another way).  I like to choose to do anti-social things that people can't see me do.  A year of water under the bridge, and I can look back to see that the time that part of the story took during my life was transformative, and very brief.  

As with the social consequences of defaulting on a loan, renting also has a downside: instability.  

It seems that financial strain is fine for a while, but terrible over a long period, which is why I understand that our landlords want to be done owning this house.  It also means that we have to move or find a way to buy this house.  I hate moving, have I said that?  Not that I was getting too comfortable here, or haven't moved 7 times as an adult already.

My attempt at enjoying a space, even for a short time.

Here are some ideas I had, as I look at my stuff and think about putting it back into the boxes:

Buy a new fridge when we get where we are going.
Sell all our things on ebay months in advance.
Don't get too comfortable.
Pull our guitars, computers, children and pets to the curb, and start a house fire (not suggested).
Pay for weekly garbage service, and throw most of our old stuff that won't sell on ebay away.
Don't be sentimental: Take some time to consolidate the 5 trunks of memorabilia my husband's mother saved from his childhood.
Don't keep junk: Throw or give away the threadbare towels we got as wedding gifts 15 years ago.
Donate the ice cream scooper to the Hospice Thrift.  Who needs one of those, I already have a spoon.

You Can Take it With You

For sure, these next few days will be bitter-sweet.  I am excited about an adventure, a new location, and a new budget.  I know moving across town isn't super adventurous when your town has a population of 12,000.  I know this because every move we have made in the last 15 years, has been to another state, across the country, with a newborn, or with absolutely no money.
The bitter part is leaving one adventure, a place we purposefully set ourselves down, for another.  This will be the last Sunday I live in this house, and I like this house.  I'm not complaining, but I am feeling sentimental.  If had to leave here because of some fantastic reason or because our house burned down, I would still be feeling sentimental.  Moving because of a short-sale falls somewhere between the two.
The sweet parts of leaving are my memories, and I can have those if I stayed as well.  I'm going to let myself feel tender about it, blog about it, then let it go.  It feels hard, but as it should be.  I'm sure this next week will be strenuous and busy enough that I won't have time to feel anymore about it.