There is something very freeing about moving. Well, not the act of moving. That’s as rotten as a bucket of fish in day-old mayonnaise left in the sun. But leaving all the things behind is a breath of fresh air, even if it is a little like Sophie’s Choice when we’re in the moment.
Currently I am living in one bedroom of a four bedroom house with my mother. Most of my belongings are stacked in the garage. On the one hand I am without the things that make me feel like me – namely my art and crafts supplies. On the other hand I have a very tidy room with a lot of space and just a little beyond the bare essentials. I am currently unburdened by STUFF (as long as I avoid the garage!) and most times I find it appealing. The other bit of the time it’s frustrating – not knowing where things are, trying to make do with substitutes, missing the things that provide you with happy memories and comfort.
There’s also the time aspect. It takes a lot of time to get settled in. Two months later and I still have boxes to unpack. I hate living out of boxes or suitcases. Every time I travel, even if it is only for a weekend, I will unpack my luggage and fold all my clothes nicely in a drawer. So I’m trying to make do with what I have. For intents and purposes, it looks nice and let’s get serious for a minute – it’s not like I have to sleep on the street or anything. Still, a bed skirt and a bookshelf or two would go a long way.
It may not be home, but I’m trying to at least make it home-ish. Maybe a nice dry bar?
It wasn’t fun, but it’s done. I’m moved. To Georgia. It was a pain in the patoot getting all packed up and here, but it’s over now so I can get on with my life. Or so one would think.
Setting up in my mom’s house is…labor-intensive. And an adjustment. If you know me, you would know that I absolutely hate just a few things: child molesters, coconut, living out of boxes, and staying home more than two days in a row. Not that I’m equating having to search for my tennis shoes to child molesters, but, well, in my world both are equally irksome I just don’t think my boxes need to be thrown in a box and forgotten for all time. But they kind of have been.
Oh Lordy. I’m babbling. Sorry. I haven’t felt like myself lately.
All this to say, that I’m finally settling in to my new home. Stay tuned for tales of new adventures. I swear, there will be adventures.
Had my first move-related meltdown this weekend. I’m so tired of talking about moving ALL THE TIME! It takes up way to much real estate in my head and I would rather my brain be filled with much more exciting stuff. Moving is BORING! And constantly being pigeon-holed in the same repeating conversation is boring and stressful.Anyway, I had the first real glimpse of what leaving my support network is going to be like. You know how awesome it is when your friends get you? How truly, really awesome? Like when you say you’re feeling fine and your friend sees past your BS and takes you to Chick-fil-A for not one, but two frozen lemonades without mentioning once that really, a shower wouldn’t have been remiss? Well imagine kicking all that to the curb and venturing out all naked like a newborn baby into the unknown and see what kind of twitches you develop.
So what are good coping mechanisms for dealing with great changes? Here’s my list so far:
- Pack during the week and leave the weekends for fun.
- Binge-watching isn’t as restorative as reading. Unless you’re binge-watching includes Joe Manganiello. He’s completely restorative. Otherwise keep the TV to a minimum and up the reading.
- Make a list of all the things you want to do before you move. Do them.
- Start checking out your new town for things to do and see. Check out some Meet-up groups and try to find your potential tribe.
- Mine people for data about your new city.
- Find something about your new city that will remind you of home.
- Try to stop referring to your old city as home in blog posts where your apprehension will live forever.
- Just for kicks and giggles maybe find some potential counselors so you don’t spend your first year holed up under the bed.
- Journal, write, blog, talk. Then put it away.
I’d be interested in hearing your ideas!