On November 18, after 12 years of living in a rental duplex in Los Gatos, I finally moved to a smaller place. I had spent virtually all my free time for the preceding month preparing for the move. Not actually packing, mind you. I only spent about 15% of my time packing. The other 85% was spent just getting rid of stuff.
All that effort was to sort, sell, donate or just junk a houseful of possessions. I became an expert at selling on Craig’s List. And I don’t know how many loads I took to Goodwill. After that experience, I’ve decided I hate material possessions. Maybe those nomads had it right after all.
After all that preparation, the move itself went so well as to be anti-climatic. I hired a team of 3 guys from Moovers, Inc. They showed up before 9am, and started loading up the truck. We were over at the new place by 11, and finished unloading in less than 4 hours.
My good friends helped me unpack my kitchen that afternoon. I might still live out of boxes for the next few weeks, but at least I can make espresso.