Storage for the pieces that the family wants but can’t use right now will cost depending on how much you have and how much space you need. Allow for some items to go missing, as this seems to happen no matter how well you plan. The local Value Village will take many donated items in good condition, orphaned only because their technology or style has its roots a few decades back. As a last resort, the city waste depot will process those things no one wants, but charges by the load for the privilege. It’s a purifying experience. Sentimentality gets overridden by the ‘discard frenzy’, a little known side effect of too much packing.
Throughout life we go through many changes, some we choose for ourselves, some are forced upon us. Societies and their traditions also change as time progresses. Where once a house was inherited from one’s parents, that isn’t always the case now. That leaves us with our belongings which can make any place our own. Like George Carlin said in a spoof about ‘stuff’, ‘this is my stuff, man, don’t touch my stuff’. He must have meant those fragments of our world that we keep close to ourselves, the ones that we take pleasure in touching, or the ones that remind us of a friend or a great vacation. Our stuff. And don’t you touch it.
Could we perhaps have virtual moving in the future and beam everything over? I’d like that.