Moving sucks. I want to get rid of everything, everything. I think I'll only need two pots for cooking, along with two spices, plates, cups, forks, knives and spoons. I only need a chef's knife to chop, one mug for coffee and one book to read. One chair for sitting, one candle for lighting, and one shirt for wearing. Blegh.
On the plus side, we gave away seven boxes of books, seven or eight sacks of clothes and a few other miscellany to a local vets org. We were too lazy to track everything we gave away, but it's good karma.