Every couple of years, I get this thought stuck in my head that I should move. I'm tired of the stairs, the garden is too shaded by neighbors' trees, I've lived here 27 years, etc. What I want is something more modern-wired (or communicationally wireless), one level, half-walled rooms (except for bathrooms and bedrooms, of course), on a few acres of sunny land. Ridiculously expensive...
It may be almost genetic. My paternal grandpa used to design homes to be built into the side of a hill for environmental reasons. Long shafts of mirrored skylights, massive passive temperature control, wind turbines for electricity, he was ahead of his time. He never built any of his designs of course, they were all impractical in the 1940s and 50s
Dad was a very practical engineer. The closest he got to radical ideas was a "Yankee Barn" in NH, and only then because the structure was standard in the planned community he bought into in 1979. But even then, he redesigned a lot of the structure (and did lots of the actual work - you just can't stop an engineer from building stuff).
So I have this idea of a house I would like for myself. I found a basic layout on the internet that I'm adapting (because really, I have some ideas but also, you have to stick with professional water supply and toilet connections close together. Some things just have to go together, and the basic water-stack is one.
I'm going to start diagramming my "perfect house". I could buy a CAD program, but quite frankly Excel offers sufficient line drawing for the basic design and I would need an architect to turn it into a real design anyway for the details.
What holds me back is a fear of actually packing stuff up and moving. I've mentioned this before and gotten good advice and I appreciate that. It's just scarey to contemplate, is all. And I have the thought of buying a new house outright and THEN selling this one after I fix it up after moving when it is empty.
I don't want to sound morbid, but I am practical and realistic. Dad is 92 and entering hospice care. My inheritence will be about the cost of a new house. I neither consider that something I am due or that I have "earned" in some way. But it is going to happen soon. Its not something to ignore. Just as I will die someday with a similar estate and pass it on to my siblings or their children some 20+ years from now.
And, for the record, "yes I know I am exceedingly fortunate to both have some accumulated wealth of my own plus anticipated wealth from my parents". If I'm being too honest, feel free to complain, borders are not my strong point. I lived much of my life "hiding my candle under a bushel basket" (as my paternal Pennsylvannia Deutch gramma would have said).
But I wrote all that to explain why I am rearranging the house to get rid of excess junk... I'm a pack-rat. Not a hoarder; there are not stacks of newspapers or weird stuff in the house. But after 27 years, you just collect a lot of "stuff" you would not really need in a new house.
I double-stacked the bookcases in the computer room and packed 7 boxes of books into wine boxes. I filled the recycling bin with "useful stuff" that I never use. I filled 5 bags of trash. I cleaned all the living room bookcases and arranged "decorative stuff" in them. Looks great.
Next week, I will attach plywood sheets to the attic joists to store good moving boxes up there. No books or old clothes, the humidity is too high.
But I spent 12 hours working in the house today and accumulated enough stuff to get rid of, that makes the flat rate landfill fee reasonable. All I have to do is fill up the car as much as possible to take advantage of the flat rate per car.
I'll probably regret saying some of this, but Dad was big on honesty and I think talking about reality is important. Not everyone has the same situations, and in my life I've gone from roach-filled apartments shared with 5 other guys to a decent home. So I can say "been there, done that".