Compared to military families and other nomads, my moving history is minimal. I first moved at roughly 9 years old into a house with my family, and only moved a grand total of 5 miles. Outside of college-related moves and a quick rendezvous with Baltimore, Maryland, I’ve stayed put for the most part.
But, there’s a simple known truth about moving that everyone knows, no matter whether they’ve done it once or twenty times… it sucks.
You find yourself facing your own piles of
belongings bullshit, and suddenly your frustration level is taking on Department-of-Motor-Vehicles-waiting-line-esque anger. Snapping at your loved one over the way they obviously are packing/taping everything wrong, the realization dawns on you that moving just plain sucks.
What we forget and overlook is the beautiful moments of moving. Sure, they’re uncomfortably wedged between sweat, awkward apartment angles, and curses your Mom would blush over, but they’re there…
1. You realize what’s important. After packing the third box of knickknacks, I knew the only thing I cared about packing was my boyfriend, pets, and a few childhood mementos. Everything around me that used to say “comfort” started say “really not worth it”.
2. You get a new perspective on your own life. With prices (for seemingly everything) sky rocketing and the price of living for renters and home owners increasing by the week, there’s few people today who aren’t worried about making ends meet. So many of us feel empty-pocketed after a long week’s work, yet the money is there. It’s all in choosing how to spend it. I handed my boyfriend the third bag of trash to bring outside when a lightbulb went on: I spent hard-earned money on everything I was now throwing away. How much can it really matter in the end?
3. You get to laugh at yourself. I lost count of how many times I smashed my knees into walls, how many burned fingertips I had from sanding spackle, and how many times I confusedly uttered, “Where the hell did I put that…?” But even better, I lost count of how many times my guy and I shared belly laughs over the stupidity of moving. Even if it’s maniacal I’m-losing-my-mind laughter, it’s still laughter.
4. You’re moving forward. Life is all about learning… learning ourselves, the world around us, and how we fit into it. Anytime we make a change, whether it’s happy or sad, we’re moving forward. We’re learning… growing.
5. You’re opening the door to dreams. Whenever you turn a new leaf, you open the door to dream. What could happen? How will things change? What new opportunities are at hand? It’s a time of excitement and mystery. Your new life is just waiting to welcome you home.
What’s your best moving experience?
What do you enjoy about moving (if anything)?