it's not morbid. it's refreshing

I was looking over this pile of information regarding the property we are buying. Everything seems to be in order. It was slightly depressing to read how much the sellers bought the property for, and how much the cost of housing has gone up in twenty years. They bought that piece of land, and built a new house for a pretty good price. Of course twenty years ago it might have seen a bit much. There was that moment of hesitation. "What are we getting into? Why are we doing this to ourselves?" It's a good house, and I like it a lot.

I began to think about what will need to be done over the next few weeks/months. This means packing. There will be culling of one kind or another. It is time to get rid of things again. It is always time to get rid of things. Maybe I will cull other things in my life. Time to let go of certain people, things, ideas. Let's shove it all off a big cliff, and do something else.

Of course I might be losing my mind. I try not to think about that.