I am living that feeling right now as we prepare to move from our house of over 15 years. Every object that finds a new home makes me feel lighter but also as if I am letting go of a part of myself. It is a very peculiar state of mind I think - not bad, just undefinable and weird. There is also a sense of regret over how much time and money went into all these things that mean very little now. I tell myself that it is about renewal like a snake shedding its skin. Like UL, I hope that having less to keep up with frees up time for just experiencing our new locale and activities.