On Moving

I've mentioned lately that I have an upcoming move. (In less than two weeks now!) Growing up we moved a lot. A lot. Until I reach high school I didn't attend the same school for more than two years.

And, no, before you ask I was not a military brat. I was a theatre brat.

Anyway, the point is that ... I kind of love moving. Not so much the packing up everything into boxes and carrying them down three flights of stairs part, but there are other parts that more than make for that.


Here are two things I love about moving:

1. The fresh start. Starting over in a new town and a new house is like getting a chance to be a whole new you. When you walk into that empty house it hasn't accumulated any of the mess or disrepair or bad memories of your old place. With the boxes still in the truck, you can see a clean, organized, happy house where everything has a home and you have nothing but good memories. (We know it won't last, but at this point we can still dream.)
2. The decluttering. When you pack up and move you have to lay hands on every object in your house. You have to wrap it up, transport it, and then unpack and find a home for it in your new house. That certainly makes you reevaluate whether you actually want or need that object. Do I really need the pair of Buffy-esque boots that I have never ever worn? Or the dress shirts I haven't worn since I taught full time? Or the piles of unused craft supplies I've dragged around for several moves? Donating those things lightens my load (physically and mentally) and helps out someone who might be looking for just those things.

So, what about you? Have you moved a lot or have you lived in the same town, the same house your whole life? Do you like moving or dread it like the plague? If you could move anywhere in the world, where would you move?

Hugs,
TLC