|Reality. Except with less organization. And no flat screen TV.|
We have entirely too much crap to move. I think I'm just going to dump it all in the trash and start over.
And then, as I'm going through it, I realize; "Oh, it's my random art project from sixth grade. I can't throw this away. Even though I can't tell what it is, it's part of my life that I can't let go." So, it gets packed lovingly in a box that I will open in six months and stare at quizzically before dumping the entire contents into the trash.
I hate this process. :p