The thought of moving is great. I can’t wait to move.
The reality of moving is awful. I can’t wait for this process to end.
Who knew I had so much stuff? Or, more accurately, who knew that everyone who once lived here had so much stuff left behind? Yes, I’m trying to do the “keep, donate, sell, give away, trash” while I’m putting stuff in boxes. Indeed, I’m trying to downsize as much as possible, going from the three bedroom house to a one bedroom apartment.
But it’s not easy. And it doesn’t happen in a flash either.
Last week, I was on vacation from the day job. And yeah, I said I would start packing. And I did. And when I finished, I still had a ton of stuff left in cabinets and closets. There was mail from years ago, still stuffed in a drawer. Papers from days gone by that I had never looked at. A pile of books I may never read. DVD’s that I have no plans to ever watch. Board, card and dice games that I may not ever play again.
Isn’t moving swell? And then, when you get all the stuff out of the old place, you gotta find spots for it in the new place! Once you get in there, you’re exhausted-the last thing you want to do after hauling box after box, piece of furniture after piece of furniture is move it around in the new place.
I may complain, but it does eventually get done. It may take a while, but it does end. But when you’re in the middle of it, it can be overwhelming.