As soon as I finished breakfast, I started packing boxes. After about half an hour, I paused and said to myself, Boy this really sucks.
Then I thought to myself, Hey wait a minute: we are moving to a great new apartment; we’ll be living in a region we like; we already have good friends in this new place; I’m going to be starting a fabulous new job; and there will be many more job options for Carol than there are here in New Bedford. I should be thankful that we are managing to improve our economic prospects when the economy is as bad as it is right now. I should be thankful that I am going from one good job to another good job. And I know I am thankful for all that.
At the same time, I hate moving. I hate that we have to leave behind all the connections and relationships we have here. I hate moving so far away from my dad and Carol’s dad and Abby and Jim and other friends and relations. I know I am going to miss all the little routines that we now enjoy: taking walks out to Pope’s Island, walking to work in the morning, Carol’s Saturday mornings at the Green Bean coffee shop.
The worst part of packing up, though, is confronting all the things I didn’t do: packing away financial records that should have been sorted; packing books I meant to read but didn’t; realizing my bicycle is still in the box from when we moved here from Illinois; the list goes on.
I’ve been packing boxes all day, and even though we have good reasons for moving, I still say that moving really sucks.
Seconded. Even though this is the first time we’re moving into a house that we OWN, and have no immediate or future plans for moving out of, moving still sucks. :-)
It’s a great way too clean EVERYTHING, though!!
But yeah, it does suck!
Nothing worse than retaping the boxes I never even got into this year.
We’re moving?
Hey Dan & Carol (yes, I think you are moving…) — good luck and enjoy the process. It’s like backwards Christmas. Or birthdays. Think of all the fun you will have UNpacking!
I ponder packing boxes and then I think, “I am going to die in this house.” Then someone else can do my packing.
Sheila @ 2 — You write: “It’s a great way too clean EVERYTHING, though!!”
At the rate things are going, I’m going to have to do the cleaning at the other end….
James Field @ 3 — You write: “Nothing worse than retaping the boxes I never even got into this year.”
I found one of those from when we moved here four years ago. No time to go through it now, just throw it in the Pod, and maybe open it at the other end.
carol @ 4 — You write: “We’re moving?”
According to the rumor mill, they’re throwing you a going-away party later this week. Therefore, we must be moving.
E @ 6 — You write: “I ponder packing boxes and then I think, “I am going to die in this house.” ”
When I worked for the carpenter, that’s what he used to say, as he surveyed the barn full of lumber, the shed with trailers and other equipment, the garage with the tractor and snowplows, the other garage with all the old paint, and his shop filled with tools, machines, and more lumber. “When I die,” he’d say, “someone will have to take care of this, but it won’t be me.”
C says,” double ditto!”
C says,” Amen, brother!”
Are we there yet?
you krazy kids! just give away the stuff – and collect new stuff here – I have ten bins of books I’ll give you to get started…..
Have a yard sale!