Weighing clothes - that is beyond ridiculous the weight of clothes in no way reflects their value - it might weigh a stone and be from primark or a pound and be from Harrods and the Harrods one would still be worth more.It is really unfair to burden people with this, it wasnt designed originally for people who cant afford the legal help to wade through the quigmire , but house prices have gone up higher than the threshold has, so it all falls on us now.
I agree with Emzs store the clothes until you are ready to decide what to do with them dont be pushed into making snap decisions.If you dont
have to make the choice to sell then stick with it a bit longer until you feel stronger and can decide about moving or not for your own reasons.
If you do have to sell then try and think of moving as a step forward,maybe to somewhere you will be closer to more amenitys, which has more of a commmunity, a house thats more affordable to heat and maintain, has a nice outlook etc.
I had to move - ours was rented and i couldnt afford to keep paying it on my own - and i didnt have much choice about where to go -so nearer to work it was - I immediately set about re- creating the garden - a smaller version of the old one which kept me busy for a long time and softened the blow. Hung his dressing gown on the back of the door - its still kept there -
I loved that old house and really missed it - and the tiny community it was in.
At the time and for a long time after, if i had been given the opportunity to go back i would have grabbed it, but now i realise it would have been a massive mistake - in 2010 it was cut off by snow for 7 weeks and i had a four mile walk to work and back across the fields in the dark coming back - i can easilly forget how bad that was, because we do sometimes look only through rose coloured glasses - i think of it as a time when i would see the light of his torch coming down the road, hear the dog running to meet me, the fire was lit, tea was on and i was coddled - but later it would have just been the bad stuff a cold dangerous exhausting trek and no welcome at the end.
I know that we associte houses with happy memorys but we can take those memorys with us - sometimes in the contents that we take and sometimes in our hearts and heads and the way we live in the new house.
I will move again, it isnt practical to stay here beyond being handy for work either, - but now,while i have the stopgap, i am biding my time looking at what i dont want and through that discovering what i do, but knowing that once again i will take lost loved ones with me - and also because i have never chosen before for myself starting to think about what is right for me, so a bit of an adventure which i am now strong enough to take on perhaps.
But as Emz says, take this pause in proceedings to gather your strength, because worrying about the next step wont change the outcome, but being stronger will change how you cope with it.