I don’t care if you’re moving to Disneyland, the moving part of moving just plain sucks, especially if it is your 13th move in 13 years, or 15th in 15 for that matter . . . let’s not even go there.
I have these increasingly more dramatic moments of panic sometimes when I am away from the house where I either can’t remember which house I live in, or I can’t remember what certain rooms in my house look like. It is THE most frustrating thing in the moment, and I pray to God that I never experience dementia or Alzheimer’s because I’m pretty sure I’ll be the old lady who gets lost in the woods in only her underwear.
We have painted or done cosmetic work to six of the 13 homes that we have abided in. That’s just too much painting for one decade. Painting ONE house is too much painting for one decade. The second last paint job nearly put us in marriage counseling and this last one nearly put me in the looney bin. I said words that get bleeped out on TNT.
Moving means new people, which for an introvert is pretty much as bad as having your fingernails ripped out. Can we meet online first? That’s so much easier for me. Sometimes moving means old people, and it is wonderful to know people, but guess what they did while you were gone? They kept living their lives without you, just like you lived your life without them. EVERYTHING IS DIFFERENT NOW, and there is a new normal that means you look up one day and realize a month has gone by and you really haven’t seen anyone or done anything because boxes, work, and children are trying to eat you alive. Well, maybe not the children. Gross. I’m not even going to touch the ‘goodbyes’ subject, it’s too soon.
Don’t forget about mail forwarding, changing your address with the post office AND anywhere else in the world you’ve ever ordered things from, especially if you’re an author and order stock of your books and accidentally have them sent TO THE WRONG CITY. I’ve never ever done that, but I’m super thankful that if I had I still have friends in said city who would race over to my old address and grab my shipment before anyone is the wiser . . . ahem And did you know that if you strike through the previous owner’s address on their mail, write, “MOVED” in big letters, and drop it in the mailbox, in about 2 days that EXACT piece of mail will show up in your mailbox again? Yeah. Fun times. I’m about to buy a stamp that says, “RETURN TO SENDER.”
It costs approximately forty thousand dollars to make your things work in your new home, or to make your new home work for you. The good news is that the Amazon driver is well acquainted with your address, and I do have to say that seeing that little white van pull up to my driveway always gives me a little burst of energy. What package is this? Spice racks! Because my super awesome pull-down rack is too long for these new cabinets! And then this one? Curtains rods that fit these super small windows because my super long rods won’t fit. I don’t remember ordering . . . OH right! All the hand soap and laundry soap and everything else I can get at Walmart that is exactly 1.5 minutes away but I’m too afraid to leave my house lest I forget where I live and get lost alone in the woods in my underwear.
I have been praying and begging the Lord to let this be our last move for a very long time. I am not tempting anything by saying that, either. I’ve been very raw and open about all the reasons why, and why our family needs some time to settle somewhere. Of course, just as Carol King sings, where He leads I will follow, I just hope that He stays put for a few years, and of course, keeps leading me back to THIS house, because . . . you know . . . the whole getting lost in the woods thing.
What is your least favorite thing about moving?