Moving? What the hell; it's been about a year since the last time

Why? We need a place where Mom doesn't have to deal with steps when she gets out of the nursing home.

The good:  No steps, (it's a duplex) a walk-in shower, a real neighborhood with sidewalks, a patio,  helpful friends, just around the corner from our current place -- not an international move!

The bad:  Not everything will fit into the new place, and Mom has a ton of stuff.  28 years in the same place will do that.  Not to mention an ardent relationship with QVC.  Despite the lack of space, Mom doesn't see the beauty in culling, weeding out, downsizing.  I read Marie Kondo (again) and weep.

The silver lining: We can continue to rent the garage at the current place, so it will be used for storage. When summer comes, Mom can go through everything and see if it sparks joy.

The cloud: If I know her, though, there will be a blanket statement: "Shut up. It all sparks joy. Now put that garage door down and let's go get a strawberry limeade and get back home before QVC starts fashion hour."

What Mom doesn't know yet, heh heh: Although she embraces and champions chaos, I have arranged the clothing in her new closet in ROY G BIV order. It's gorgeous! Take that!

Looking forward:  After 3 weeks, we are finally done packing up Mom's stuff. Moving day is this Friday, so now it's time to do the fun part: My room! My books! Let the joy-sparking commence!

See you from a brand-new room.

P.S. I can't believe it! This is my 1,000th post!