I have moved a bunch of times in my life. From the first move out of my parents' house for my senior year of college; then from hometown to big city for graduate school. Three other moves in Atlanta. A big move across-country to California. And three other moves in L.A. Nine times! That is nothing to some folks, of course, such as military personnel who have to move all the time. But still, a fair amount of moving.
I didn't declutter much between Atlanta and California. I was forcibly decluttered before Mr. P moved in, because the outgoing ex-boyfriend took most of "our" stuff. Let's not talk about that. Because Mr. P and I promptly started acquiring new stuff. We furnished that first apartment, then added stuff for the next apartment, and really went nuts when we moved to the big apartment.
This move was by far the most complicated. We had the most stuff we've ever had, and that's despite my nearly-a-decade of decluttering. We gave away six pieces of furniture, and carload after carload full of other stuff. AND YET.
We were "moving" for the whole month of October. The first weekend, we rented a U-Haul van to move all our big pieces of framed art, and all of our really sensitive/delicate stuff ... because no matter how well-recommended the movers, there is some stuff we just prefer to move ourselves.
The second weekend was the movers. Two days of movers. We had a lot of furniture etc packed into that big Beverly Hills apartment.
The third weekend was "most everything else;" a friend of a friend came to get a load of furniture, and 1-800-Got-Junk came to get a load of big junk, like the patio umbrellas and the many large mirrors.
And the fourth weekend was cleanup, because light fixtures we'd installed had to be un-installed, and the evidence of our fourteen years of hanging art & draperies & display shelves & cat lofts etc had to be mitigated. My blue walls had to be primed white.
Meanwhile, of course, we were still working full-time. This made the whole process less efficient and more exhausting than it would have been if we could have taken a week off. But such is life, and it got done.
I moved some stuff that I am now getting rid of: a big bag full of draperies we won't use in this house, three bags of clothes. My old computer table is currently in the back yard, soon to serve as a painting platform and then, who knows? Maybe it will be donated to the neighborhood via Curb-Mart.
I scored an 8x10 area rug this weekend thanks to a neighbor moving out next door. It's godawful, but I wanted it for an anti-dust device in the (dusty) yard, and since I'm going to cover it with rubber mulch anyway, the state of it is moot.
The neighbors left behind an old couch, too, but even I won't scavenge that.
Anyway, if I have a point, it is this: declutter HARD before you move, especially if you are over 50. It's a slog to pack for a move, and it's really a slog to unpack after a move, and if you are unpacking more stuff than you actually needed to keep, you're just making things harder for yourself.