I'm about to move again.  In the last decade I've moved from lower South Carolina to Omaha, Nebraska back to lower SC, to Dallas, Texas, to Omaha again, then to Lexington, SC, to Irmo, SC, back to Lexington, back to Irmo, and now I'm temporarily back in Lexington before I move to the lower part of Georgia.  Hopefully this next move will be it for a while.  Maybe even for a decade!

It's a small town much like the one I was brought up in, with lots of big trees and lush greenery.   Lots of nearby woods and wildlife.  Extra bugs are the downside.  But it should be a slower lifestyle and just what the doctor ordered for me.  Like that isn't enough, my youngest daughter is orchestrating the move so that I can be close to her and my two grandchildren.

So you would think I would have pared my belongings down to what would fit in a shoebox and a suitcase.  BUT, not the case.  When I left my home, I stored my things at my mother's and then moved them along with her things into storage in 2007.  Since then I've managed to accumulate more things so that I spend a fortune on keeping "things".  The problem is that mixed in with the things are family pictures, birth and death certificates, special letters, special keepsakes that keep me from saying the heck with all of it.  I'm determined that this move will be the one where I pare down the size of the "stuff" I carry along.  What I carry will be only what I need and the few things - even furniture - that I want to keep from here on out.  Wish me luck.  I only have a little more than two weeks.