Last weekend, I was thinking aloud about moving house.
And, for whatever reason, the first thing that sprang to mind was the rowing machine I keep in the basement of my current house.
Of course I’d miss it if it were gone, but there’s really no logical reason to make that rowing machine a constraint on my next move. (Perhaps especially if you consider that it’s a vintage model I got for free … and maybe my current housemates would enjoy it.)
The fact is, the rowing machine is a nice-to-have: it works just fine and I have no desire to get rid of it if I don’t have to. But structuring my next move around my rowing machine is the definition of yak shaving.