A Desire to Move

A lot of life involves family.  That's always been a big thing with Mom. She takes it to the nth degree at times, but thats how shes always been.  Lately, I feel, and know, that I am missing out on my daughter's and granddaughter's lives because they live 2 hours away from me.  So I have a desire to move.

Now that I am caring for Mom, I can't see attempting to move her again at this point in her life. So I am ... in a holding pattern.  

In the meantime, I started boxing up things I haven't used in years. But I'm finding its hard to draw the line.  Will it be boxed for one year? Five years? Ten years? Or more?

UGH!

There aren't easy answers,  but I've done this in the past.  I lived with most of my stuff in boxes for about 15 months until I could make the move to AZ.  The easiest things to pack are the stuffs buried in cabinets. It would be easy to pack up the art on the walls, but if someone stops by, I don't want it to be obvious. 

I dont know why I feel the need to keep this decision from others. But it just seems right for the moment.  In moments where I am extremely frustrated or impatient, I find myself perusing real estate listings!!