I moved

I moved.
There were many reasons, but the biggest was wanting less stuff.
I'm bad at organizing, and I had too many things.

I thought about decluttering, but I'd lived in the same place for years and was honestly sick of it, so I went ahead and moved.
People who declutter aren't basically aiming at "owning less," I suspect — they want a "new lifestyle." For that purpose, moving is the quickest and most effective path. If you want decluttering above a certain scale, I'd frankly recommend moving.

Besides owning less, I also wanted less noise. My previous place faced a road, had lots of foot traffic, and sat among apartment buildings, so it was loud and hard to settle into.
Now the room is much smaller, but prioritizing quiet, I got a place I'm satisfied with.

Looking back, I'd been living a more stressful life than I realized. As expected, when the move was done I felt no attachment or nostalgia at all. I felt keenly that I should have done it sooner.

Moving tasks wore out my nerves too. Viewings, dealing with movers, buying and receiving furniture, being present for the move, contracting and canceling utilities — all necessary, all exhausting.

Outside of work, having to communicate with so many first-time people in a short period is pretty much only when you move.
The moment I moved into the new place, I got sick. The air was drier than expected and my throat took a hit, plus moving fatigue hit all at once. (That's also why blog updates went quiet for a while.)

Several people helped with this move. I'm very grateful. Moving already demands lots of talk with strangers — having people you trust help lightens the mental load by itself.

I've helped others move before, and basically there's no upside for the helper. Unless conditions are special, it's a net minus.

Saying "build trust so people will help you move" is too calculated and extreme — but relationships that sometimes go beyond give-and-take really do matter. I felt that again.