Downsize Ain't Just a Smaller Pair of Pants

I have been organizing a few things around the house.  By that, I mean I have been pawning stuff off to my friends and family.  10 bread pans? They were mailed to Aunt Mollie.  Sewing maching, fabric, and picture frames? Sarah totally needs those things.  I also gifted a table I welded, lots of dresses, pots for plants, plants, glitter, a grill, and a bunch of other random things.  If you're feeling left out, don't worry.  There will be another wave of purging, and you could be in on the excitement!

It's time to pack up Ye Olde Homestead and downsize.  Now that I'm more organized around here, I'm also going to have someone come in and repaint inside and out, replace some drywall, put in new flooring, and get the place ready to go on the market.  I have decided that I don't need to live on an acre with this much square footage.  It became a much easier decision after all my big dogs passed away.  I really had a house for them.  Since Taz is small and we don't need a lot of room, it seemed like a good time to make the change.  Life is too short to maintain a home and deal with all the headaches that come with it. 

Taz and I are going to embark on a new adventure of smaller house living.  I've been watching lots of tiny house shows, looking at RV's online, and mapping out our next steps.  Things are still a bit up in the air, but we are excited about the change.  I am glad I owned a home, and this place has been good to me.  I'm ready to move on, though.  I want to create the time and breathing room to focus on things that are more important.