...that's how Heraclitus put it anyway. Yet, while the "Weeping Philosopher" was referring to change in the universe, I am referring to our own mini universe here in Tennessee.
Five years of marriage now, and Sam and I are checking off still another "first" from our list: moving.
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| Sam drove...so I guess that makes me the bald one. :) |
For the past several weeks, my mind has been in overdrive dealing with all those things that go along with moving. We had about 4 weeks notice to prepare for the move. In hindsight, that was a little too much time. For four weeks, I would walk through the house making a mental list of what needed to be done. I got some boxes out to get an early start on packing when I realized that there were so many things I couldn't pack because I needed them for the next four weeks. I was carrying around this mental checklist ALL the time! Of all the furniture we moved, that checklist was the heaviest. Sam may disagree--we've got an armoire that's been the cause of many bruises, scratches, and more.
But by the time I was finally able to pack everything, it was actually very liberating to get rid of STUFF that we'd been collecting because,
well, you never know, this might come in handy one day; or "I haven't worn this since I bought it, but it's so cute I
should wear it!" Most of it was stuff that because we had space in the basement, garage, closet (wherever!) why not keep it? I mean,
ya just never know, right.
Instead of hiring movers, we braved the task alone (Bill Withers is ringing in my head right now). When under pressure or frustration, I tend to laugh. I don't know how to explain it, but when things take a turn for the worse, my first phase of release is laughter. This was frustrating for Sam--the scratches I left behind, along with my laughter, wasn't a laughing matter for him. It's almost as bad as cracking jokes while he's lifting 250 lbs of weight at the gym.
It's so nice to be on the other side of moving. We've moved already and almost everything has it's new place. Just the tedious things are left. But overall, I feel my life has been simplified. At any point, should I need to "up and go," I'm not held back by a bunch of stuff.
Instead of a mosquitoes dream for a backyard, we've actually got space to throw a baseball, set up a volleyball net, build a pool, kick the soccer ball around. The dogs love the yard too; they've made themselves right at home, digging holes, finding secret places for their bones, and hiding Mama's shoes under the deck.
And check out my new ride!
It turns out that our neighbor (Pam) was selling her mower because her joints aren't handling all the jolts and bumps very well.
Yes, moving has been quite a change. It feels even the same old routine is different--though it's not. It's been refreshing in a way--waking up in a different room, learning a new route to the bathroom in the dark, new appliances to learn--same results (eventually anyway!) just a new way of getting there. It's also been a great motivator to incorporate those things that for so long I've been meaning to; making certain habits and breaking others. Yes...change is refreshing!
