We’re downsizing to simplify our life and shorten the commute for 2/3 of us.
We’ve lived here for 18+ years. The excitement and adventure of moving to a new place has not quite sunk in, nor has the flood of memories & nostalgia (except one: Our first day here. Four of us in the kitchen eating pizza sitting on the floor No furniture yet).
What’s really striking is the sadness, almost regret of things not done. Things like the room that will never be re-done, the window that won’t be replaced, the deck that won’t be built.