Our front room has become the Things We Won't Take With Us holding area. Every few days, I'll go though a pile of books or a jumble of old toys, whittling them away and stashing the stuff we don't need or want in the front room. I still haven't decided if I'm going to have a massive moving sale or if I'll just donate it to the local thrift store.
This process of purging is refreshing, a bit of weight off my shoulders. I won't have a hard time saying good-bye to our stuff. I started letting go of that 4 years ago when Steve decided to go to seminary.