Moving has definitely thrown me off a bit. I had nested in our last home for almost 30 years, and although we were set on our decision to move, the process can still be unsettling. Moving is a big deal, and downsizing could be monumental.
The last time we moved, way back when, we had three little guys under six years old, and boxes remaining stacked in our garage for weeks. I was so overwhelmed.
The only visitors we invited at the beginning were a few close friends. Then stupidly thinking relatives would be supportive, they were also included.
I was quickly proven wrong. Like they say, you can pick your friends. . . Gotta love it when the clueless, self-righteous ask you what was taking me so long to unpack. So, unsupportive unrelated people, you can either be kind and helpful or you can kiss my ass. period.
I discovered that there are several layers to packing and moving. The first “layer” was to put our home on the market. Boxing up books and rarely used “stuff” was not that big of a deal. Shove it in a box, drag it to a storage shed and voila! It’s on to the next box. I was on a roll! I got this.
As I write this, I am seeing a glaring issue here, but I’m getting a bit ahead of myself.
As easily as I breezed through the preliminary packing, I was brought to a jarring halt as packing progressed. We WERE downsizing. Where are we going to put all this stuff?
The Big Guy, always encouraging and supportive, encouraged and supported my packing now, and sorting later. Well, I guess that’s one way to do it. So, while T.B.G. worked his usual 10-12 hours a day, I packed, and packed, and packed.
So, here we are, two months later and the inside walls still haven’t been painted, the basement isn’t finished and hell, we don’t even have grass in our yard. And you know what? it’s not the end of the world. OMG, T.B.G. was right! Don’t tell him I said that, ok?
What this also means to me at this moment is that all the things we have accumulated over the years are now under one roof and the re-sorting will commence.
Thankfully, the storage locker was a short-term thing. I’m very pleased to say that it is officially empty now. I’m so happy that we didn’t drag on for years shoving stuff in there and hoping it would magically disappear. Yay us!
I’ve always had a hard time throwing some things out. Being sentimental is great, when you don’t have to pack and unpack it. One of the most important lessons that I learned is that memories stay in our minds and hearts and inanimate objects are simply a reminder. It’s ok to let some of them go.
Now is when the fun really begins. Seriously.
T.B.G. and I will face new challenges together and learn even more in the process.
This is the first time we not only share an office on the same level of the house, but we are literally down the hall from each other. We both have different working styles. While I usually work in silence, he does not. When I interrupt him, he is understanding – while I take my interruptions a little differently. His work schedule is demanding and exhausting – I bounce back and forth around the house at times instead of sitting at my desk writing. I missed being energized when I actually have the time to write.
Nobody said this would be fun, or easy, and moving has proven to be a fairly big job. But the funny thing is, I’m enjoying every minute of it.
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