I wasn't ready to move this year...

 ... but I'll be ready to move next year. I'm on my way to planning: Tonight, went through my closet and got rid of shirts and pants and jackets and shoes that I haven't worn in over 5 years. Boxes now ready to be hauled to Goodwill. (Out of all, only 3 shirts worthy of even being sold on eBay.)

Next up are books and CDs to be whittled out. The majority of these are a pretty tight collection already, but... probably 10% can be deleted.

My current apartment, which I've lived in since 2017, is fine for the moment. Much better than when I got here in 2017. When I first arrived, there were drug-addled hillbillies (and I say that as a white person with poor hillbilly roots---although my own parents were quite a few steps above that, which is why I'm so embarrassed right now) running around setting off fireworks at all hours, and numerous poor whites who couldn't control their kids---some of whom actually ran around on my roof and jumped over my backyard fence and literally entered my apartment. After the first 2 years or so, the rents went up enough (or else the management became more particular?), so that things have calmed down quite a bit. It's quiet now almost all of the time. And the pool is only a few steps from my apartment, as is the laundry room... And, as always, there is 1200 sq-ft, which is still a better value for what I'm paying than most of Austin offers.

That said: I'm over 50. I'm not a kid who still needs to be "grateful" for a non-shitty place. I don't need a fancy place, but I would like a place where sun comes in, and where I'm not surrounded by the threat of loud and/or drug-addled 20-somethings and their shitty single-mom kids. Where I have a small yard (not on view from neighbors) where maybe my cats could go out or where I could sit. A place that has its own washer/dryer so I could do my wash in private, when I want. I don't think that's an impossible wish one year from now.