Tales from a serial mover

It’s true. I love to move. I always get caught up in the anticipation of moving to a new home in a new neighborhood. And I can’t wait to have a completely new view of the world from my new home turf. But, don’t get me wrong. I’m not a fan of packing. While my family has admittedly moved many, many times, packing doesn’t seem to phase us at all. But, I still don’t enjoy it. I do, however, relish the opportunity to go through our entire home and evaluate what we really need to take with us to our new abode.

Haven’t opened its box since our last move? Don’t need it.

Haven’t worn it since before I had kids? Time to pitch it.

Don’t even remember how to use the gadget? Time to bid it a fond adieu.

It’s all a part of the process to start with a somewhat clean slate. The whole pack up your life and then unload it in a totally new place (void of lots of excess junk) can be a little bit cathartic and a whole lot scary, too.

But, I still love it.

A new vantage point from a new home

When you’re on vacation, there’s nothing like waking up in a new city. You really see it like a local when City Viewyou spend the night and then venture out as the sun begins to come up.

With each step, I always find myself feeling more and more like a local – and less and less like a tourist just passing through town. And, the same goes for me when I move to a new home – even if it’s just a little over two miles from my current residence.

When you walk out of your front door and out in the early dawn, you see things differently. The people out walking their dogs. The crowd in line at the local coffee shop. The kids walking to school. The families enjoying breakfast at a nearby cafe.

Each piece slowly comes together to tell the story of the neighborhood, enticing me to learn more and to know more about those seemingly hidden secrets of the people, places and things all around me.

Boy how I love it.

Home is where the heart is – but why not try on a few places for size?

I have to come clean. When I say my family has moved a lot, I’m not exaggerating. At all.

In the last 13 years, my husband and I have lived in three Illinois counties and had six different ZIP codes.

We went from downtown Chicago to the western suburbs to the northern suburbs and then back to the city. So in other words, we followed the typical city-to-suburbs migration and then felt the need to do it again in the reverse. C’est la vie.

With each new home, we gained new experiences, met new people and discovered new places. And, with each move, we learned a little bit about what was most important to us in a home and brought us a little bit closer to finding a place where we could finally lay down some roots.

And, I love it.

Moving is calling our names – once again

We’ve been back in downtown Chicago for just shy of four years. We went from single-family homes to apartments on the sixth floor in one building and the 22nd floor in another one.

While we only moved a few blocks away we moved to a new neighborhood with a new ZIP code that brought with it a new way and rhythm of life – not to mention new restaurants, shops, cultural institutions, parks and more to discover.

Our two moves in the city helped solidify our love for urban living in Chicago and the feeling that we were indeed home in this place where neighborhoods are king and its arteries can transport you to new worlds, cultures and places, simply by entering Greektown, Pilsen, Andersonville, Chinatown, Koreatown and other dynamic ethnic neighborhoods.

So, it was time to settle on our new home where we could dig in and stay for a while. The hunt for a new place was on and the actual move is about to begin soon.

And, I love it.

Pack it up, pack it in

BoxesWe’ll soon be doing what we’ve come to do so well – moving yet again. And, it doesn’t stress us out at all.

While we’re simply crossing borders into a neighborhood with another new ZIP code, we have the chance to make new discoveries, find our new favorite haunts, gel with a new rhythm, and meet new people – all over again.

I, for one, cannot wait until dawn breaks on our first day there so we can start to explore the area – like we’ve done so many times before. And, this time, I’m thinking our roots just may finally unfurl and dig in. But, if they don’t, that’s okay too. Because moving is good. Change is good. We’ve all learned to adapt and be ready for everything, and we’ve had an amazing time along this long road of many moves.

And, I love it. Bring it on!

Do you like to move or does just the idea of it make you feel queasy? Have you moved a lot as a family? How do you typically go about exploring and settling into your new neighborhood? Share your thoughts in the comments below.

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