I moved us from a townhouse to a condo earlier this year. This was because of my husband’s health issues. I gave most of my stuff to friends, and charities, and ended up with about 10%. On the other hand my husband didn’t want to part with hardly anything.
I had planned to have everything done, and the condo looking spick and span in 6 months. The new windows, and patio doors are in, the inside is painted, new higher toilet for my husband, and extra insulation in the loft.
There are still boxes in the second bedroom, and stuff around the house. My decision was to be there 24/7 for my husband, and leave the other stuff unfinished. He doesn’t worry about it, and now I am starting to feel the same way.
Life is more important that sorting out things.