Having no plan is a plan to fail

So this morning I went to see the solicitors. They're coming round next Tuesday to take the photos and value the flat. This is it, I'm really doing this. It's scary and exciting at the same time, but as my friend Jane says "Feel the fear and do it anyway".

I'm busy finishing off the curtains I started two weeks ago so I at least have matching curtains in my bedroom. Then it's a good dust and polish before dressing the flat on the weekend for it's close up.

I can't say I'll be sorry to sell this place. It was fine for a while but I'm tired of it now and all the hassles with the noisy neighbours have taken their toll. I'll be glad to sell it and put the money in the bank for a while.

Next is getting the car sorted and putting it on Auto Trader. That is unless you my lovely friends and readers wish to buy a silver W reg Polo with 58,000 miles on the clock? I've loved my little Polo but it's time to say goodbye and join the millions of people around the world who use public transport or low/no carbon (foot or bike) transport again.

My plans for travel are starting to come together. While I have no definite time frames yet I have a rough list of countries I want to see. Planning isn't always my forte, I have been known to rock up to far flung places with no further thought than actually flying there. But this is an adventure right? So what's to plan?

Quite a lot it seems. The more I actually think about what I am doing the more I realise that I have a fairly substantial amount of 'stuff'. I've also realised that none of that 'stuff' makes me happy. It's all just possessions and they can be lived without. What to do with it all though?

There was the guy in Australia who sold his life on Ebay, friends and job included. Maybe I could do that, but without the job bit? Whatever, I have a shed load of stuff to get rid of as I don't want to put it all into storage.

I'm going to take the military precision approach to this and list it all out. Maybe then I'll get really scared....