I sold my bed. If I was in denial about moving, it became real. Not having a place to sleep sets everything in motion. I have slept on my couch for a few days, but it has sold as well. I sold everything that could be sold, mostly breaking even, selling the item for the amount I paid for it, more or less. My belongings have been reduced to thirty boxes. Thirty is more than I expected and I could have reduced my items even further if I had been more critical. I wasn’t sure if I needed to pack “starter” items, so I packed them anyway – some plates, silverware, pots. I have no knives and no linens. Although one box of pillows and two sleeping bags.
I have not signed the lease yet, but I think I found a house that is good enough. It does not meet all my requirements but I’m tired of searching for a new home and I can make do with it. For a one bedroom duplex, 500 square feet home, in Durham, North Carolina, I will be paying less than my current situation, sharing a home with 3 other people in San Francisco.