While my husband spent much of the evening packing I did some work in the basement. Gone is a trash bag of stuffed animals. Gone is a laundry center. Gone are two trash bags of trash (lint, dryer sheets, rotten clothes from the floods) I was too lazy to take out through the cellar door. One bag of clothes is on the porch awaiting the arrival of the National Kidney Foundation truck. A second bag is started for Goodwill. A couple of things are in the car for Planet Aid. And someone, thanks to Freecycle, is going to pick up my 12-speed bike I haven't used in 20 years.
As things disappear it feels like the possibilities are endless.