At the moment, I just feel like crying.

I got awful news at work today. This affects my whole plan about de-stashing, so I'm going to vent to you all in an effort to get this off my chest. There are plans to close our building by the end of this year. We will be transferred downtown. There's no possible way that I could stay in our current house with that long of a commute (close to 4 hours a day with traffic), especially with a young toddler to think about. If this does in fact happen (and it's fairly definite), we will have to sell our house and move closer to my work.

DH works out-of-town during the week, so he only has to worry about commuting twice a week.
After the initial shock was over today, one of the first things I thought about was how much stuff I'd have to move, and where I would put it. We have a fairly large house right in a semi-rural area, and there's no way we'll be able to afford this big (or nice) of a house closer to the city.
So, I guess that my de-stashing has a new purpose now...so I can downsize into a smaller house.

I never realized before today how much I really like my house. I like the area, the school district, and the low taxes. With a few small exceptions, I like the house itself. Now that I'm faced with the reality of having to move, I'm mourning the loss of my house already.
Sorry, I know this whole post is kind of off-topic. I needed to vent, although I'm not sure that it helped. I feel sick to my stomach, just thinking about this.