Went from a huge house on a ranch in AZ to a merely big house in the Midwest. But then I had the added incentive of trying to stay alive when it turned out my cash buyer was a drug dealer who tried to force me out early because he wanted to move in wayyyy before my time was up. He started telephoning and harrassing me, even drove up and down the road waving a shotgun out his vehicle window. I put a no trespassing sign on the gate so I could shoot him if it came to that.
Everything possible went wrong. I'd been packing for weeks but on moving day we had to load the van with that fool driving by and watching us. Made things very nerve wracking. We'd dragged everything out in the yard because we didn't know exactly how much could be crammed in the Penske, and I'd promised my friends anything left over. But they were in such a hurry to leave that we simply took what wouldn't fit in the van and made a nice little bonfire. Even the volunteer fire department didn't show up for that one because everyone knew the situation.
From what I heard later, the buyer didn't exactly thrive. The Hells Angels HQ was less than a mile from the ranch. They didn't appreciate competition or the way that nutjob riled everybody around. People like that have a way of disappearing. He also got hit by a severe flash flood because he tore down the berms that slowed ingress and egress on the property. For some odd reason he wanted to be able to do that rapidly at will. I pretty much figured if the law didn't get him, the HA's would soon enough.
Anyway, instead of paralysis, I wound up downsizing in a frenzy!