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?