Was your son really a mini Vincent Van Gogh at 3 when he doodled nothing of interest and you framed it and now want to pay the movers to wrap it as “artwork”? Is he even an artist now?

Are the band members of concert t-shirt concerts you are hoarding even alive? Do you look as bad as Mic Jagger or Axl Rose when you wear them?

How many pairs of “when I am skinnier these will look amazing” jeans do you really have? Pay those jeans forward with love.

Is there any artwork bought with or for your ex? Is there a great memory attached to it? Hang it eye level and smile. Otherwise, give it away. No money should change hands over this.

Can the bed linens you had with your ex be replaced? Great. Replace them.

Set up the kitchen first. It is where the coffee is and everyone ends up there anyhow.

Part of what is so disconcerting about being in a new home is the loss of familiarity. Not understanding how the lights dim in the new living room can be super frustrating and feel like high drama. Actually, everything feels like high drama for a while.

Every time you unpack a room, collapse all the boxes and take them out with whatever trash you also have from the room. Stockpiling the boxes and trash from the whole house into one central hot mess could be the thing that tips you over the edge.