Recently, I have been immersed in memories of people and times long past, as I packed up to move from the apartment where we had lived for 18 years and raised our children. I had to go through our 'stuff' including boxes and boxes marked simply 'memories,' a couple of which hadn't been untaped since our last move. A lot of it had to go.
Theory is one thing, practice is another. I could write all day about aging in place and downsizing. Hey, wait. I have written all day about aging in place and downsizing. Then I actually downsized. And moved. And lived in a hotel for a month in between. It was all such a hassle that all I could think was, 'No wonder people put this off!'