Breathe...good advice

So, as I have said before, we are moving.  And it is an excruciating process for me. I don't want to move but financial necessity is forcing it upon me.  And now I have a huge house that needs to be sorted and packed or sold.  I am moving to an already furnished home, so I can't fit very much in it.  I have way too much stuff!  Even contemplating the sorting  gives me a headache.  And, to be completely honest, I am scared.  I don't want to move to a new city.  I don't want to leave my home--the one that my husband and I found.  I don't want to let go of the memories and I know that they will travel in my heart no matter where I go.  SO, this is my whining post.  I don't wanna and much like a two year old I want to stomp and scream at the heavens!  How can this be happening to me?

And now, unlike the two year old, I have to pick myself up and move on.  Where am I going? Don't quite know yet.  But I have to have faith that I will be ok, no matter where I end up.