Don't let the thought of the actual move(s) freak you out. I met Cliff in March 1983, then moved in with him in June of that year. Spring 1984 we bought a townhouse together (married in October 1985). Then we moved again in 1998. While in that house one Sunday morning I said "it would be easier to move than to get someone to come talk to us about remodeling this kitchen" ( we'd been stood up or not gotten back to with a price numerous times); we were in escrow on a new house at the end of that day in May 1999. Moved again in 2002 and again in 2011. And every move since 1998 involved moving mountains of tools, ladders, samples and client files for our window covering business.
This past weekend we had the first of several garage sales, pending our final move to the " old folks home" in two years. I have a mountain of stuff left that is NOT going back into our basement. A guy came just now to buy a tool "tableau" I put together. I have several more groupings of like items (wine, crystal, Kitty related stuff, etc) that will go to Salvation Army in two weeks, along with huge bags of linens, if they don't sell. Kills me to know what I paid for things and no one wanted to give me a dollar for them, but that's just the way it works.
Now that my basement (basically a huge alley-like space off the garage) is clean except for my Christmas stuff, the real decluttering can begin. I have the bad habit of being a collector. Right now it is of all things Mexicany and folk arty. My issue for the retirement community isn't going to be the shelves of stuff I have, but the walls covered in textiles, paintings, and baskets. A whole bunch of this stuff will move with us, and the we'll have to use the kitchen table for our computers because the new office will be stuffed with boxes of stuff! The moving really isn't the challenge, but the unpacking certainly is. In the past I had to keep my business going, so a box or two a day was all I could work on. At the old folks home we will want to start meeting people and joining in with the various activities, so unpacking may be slow.
The trick to packing to move is good labeling of boxes, and if possible keeping possession of the important boxes, rather than letting the movers have them. By "important" I mean two place settings and a Pyrex dish for heating leftovers. And a box with current bills, night time reading etc. And a box of sheets and towels. And a suitcase with clothes, medications, and jammies. Basically stuff that allows you to camp out in the new house until you are settled.
We actually hope we can get Mom to move in with us once Dad dies, which would put our move off indefinitely. The whole point of the move to the CCRC was that Cliff didn't want me dying alone and the cats having to eat me. Well, I've seen what old and sick and unable to drive looks like these past two years, and my parents have two daughters to help, whereas we have no kids. So no worry about me not moving, even if I'm making the move alone.