I once read somewhere that moving house is the third or fourth most stressful thing you can do. I’ve moved before, but for some reason, it didn’t seem as stressful as it does this time. Maybe that’s because I’m older. The joints and muscles don’t work as well as they once did, and as a result, everything takes longer and is more tiring. 😦
The other thing is that last time, I was just moving me, and I hadn’t accumulated much stuff. Now there’s two of us, and I’ve been here for six years and I’ve managed to collect an impressive array of stuff that I didn’t have when I lived in a condo.
A complete set of garden furniture, including arm chairs and a chaise. A vast assortment of hoses, rakes, shovels and other garden implements and tools. Two rain water barrels. A garden gnome. Bags of drought-resistant grass seed. A weird instrument that looks like a mini-oil well driller but I have no idea where I got it or what it’s for.
You find stuff like this when you’re moving. Questions like, what am I keeping this for? And, what is this for? keep popping up. And let’s not forget that ureka moment when you realize that you’ve just found something that you’ve been looking for for ten months.
Yesterday, M called me out to the garage to ask me if I wanted to keep the rain barrels. It felt like answering that question might take two sessions with a therapist.
We have cartons and packing paper and bubble wrap everywhere.
It took nearly three days to pack up our rather large collection of china and wine glasses.
And, just for added excitement, we’re deciding what needs to be packed up for next summer’s move and what needs to stay out. Because …
right now, we are only moving across town to a rental house.
Next July, after my last year in my present job, we are moving to another part of the country.
As a result, I’m not doing a very good job of keeping up with my reader, or with much of anything else outside of this move, either.
I actually think today might be my birthday, too. But I’m not sure. It’s also entirely possible that I’m a Justin Bieber fan, as well. Er – no. I don’t think I’ve lost it that much. Have I?
So wish me luck, because if my brain falls out and lands in the wrong packing box, I might not find it until next year.
As you know, misery loves company. Do you have any moving stories to tell?
Lol, two sessions with a therapist for the rain barrels! I feel your pain. 😉
Best of luck through it!
Thank you. 🙂
My decision-making skills are steadily deteriorating. Soon I won’t know whether I should walk to work or carry my lunch. 😉
Happy Birthday, Lynette! Good luck with the move(s). I had a few boxes disappear into a black hole many years ago. They never did turn up. 😦
Thank you. 🙂
Maybe those boxes went to the same place as the disappearing washing machine socks. By now they have a colony. 🙂
Happy Birthday! I’d sing it for you but I have a really bad voice.
I hate moving while my wife likes change. It’s made for some interesting conversations over the years. 🙂
Good luck with the move.
Hahaha! 🙂
Thank you for the birthday wishes. 🙂
Both M and I like to shake things up although I’ve really noted this time that it’s not as easy as it used to be. 🙂
Happy Birthday Lynette. Sounds like chaos in your life at the moment! Living out of packing boxes for a year will be a challenge but getting rid of stuff is good – I love having a good clear out…but it’s surprising how quickly it all seems to re-accumulate 😀
Thank you. 🙂
So, so true. It is pretty chaotic right now and even though I seem to be getting rid of a lot of stuff, it never seems like enough! 🙂
So … are you keeping the rain barrels?
When I was moving out of Singapore, back to the United States, I knew I couldn’t move everything I had in my luggage, what with airlines not really wanting to carry luggage anymore. But I had so many books, too. So I ended up getting 20kg mailing boxes from Singapore Post and packing them pretty close to full and sending them off to my parents. And then another the next day, and the day after, and so on. They built up a little wall in the garage of these boxes and my father ended up going to the post office rather than insisting on the carrier bringing them out.
Hahaha. 🙂 Either my neighbour is getting them or the new homeowner will inherit them. 🙂
I hear you about the books. We have a lot of them! Thank goodness I don’t have to send them by mail, though. That’s quite a project you undertook. 🙂
Good luck with the move, Lynette, always a stressful time
Thanks, Cat. Almost done. 🙂
Good luck on the move, make sure your brain is well insulated!
Thank you. 🙂
We’ve just completed the move and it was long and tiring. Now comes all the sorting and figuring out in our new place. I think my brain is
still in there somewhere, stuck in neutral because I’m too tired to put it in park. Ah well, such is life. I think a glass of wine and a fun movie will sort things out. 🙂
Thanks for coming by. 🙂
I hope you enjoy the wine, the movie and your new home!
Thanks. 🙂