Not necessarily moving on, but moving ...

[aadroma]

Carl and I shared a two-bedroom apartment until the day he died, and I continued to rent that apartment until now, when my lease came to an end. I had very much wanted to pick up and go elsewhere, but where? I would need work; going somewhere with no work is just stupid. I know a friend who went to Portland and couldn't find work for two years. I

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[geometrician]

This is such a hard thing. I remember my family having to go through and pare down the belongings of my father, and then, 30 years later, my stepfather. We attach so many memories to things.

There is a small book I suggest: The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up. http://www.amazon.com/Life-Changing-Magic-Tidying-Decluttering-Organizing/dp/1607747308/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1447776359&sr=8-1&keywords=tidying+up

This book is helping me to better understand my relationship to things and helping me to detach from what is not serving my purposes.

[maxauburn]

It really was years before I was able to get rid or give away a lot
of George's things. I only just this year gave away all his old leather
jackets & his winter coats, none of which fit me anymore. My hall closet was
terribly crowded until I did this.

I only recently bought myself a new winter coat- the first one
I've had to buy in many years- and several sweat jackets.

But the hall closet is still somewhat empty- which makes me feel good.

It felt liberating to give up all those old jackets & coats.
Why keep 'em when I can't wear 'em?

I'm still giving up things of his, and he's been gone since January 31, 1998.

The most important things I have that were of him are my memories
of our life together, and tons of photos.
I hope this helps.