I have almost finished emptying and packing up the upstairs bathroom. There’re only 4 closets, 2 offices, 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom, a kitchen, laundry room, living room and dining room to go. Also one carport. Of course, we don’t yet have a house to go to. We just need to get rid of stuff. Lots of stuff. It’s a process.
It’s like this. Fire and money are driving us away. We don’t want to leave, but we just can’t stay. (Yup, I wrote a song with this lyric…)