When we moved to Florida from California 23 years ago, we did so with only the things we could fit into two vehicles.
That meant getting rid of 15 years’ worth of possessions to start over, which was both sad and exciting.
I especially hated parting with the coffee table my husband had accidentally autographed. He tends to write hard and had been signing checks. After that, at a certain angle you could see a half-dozen “Barry Kennedy” indentations in the table top.