We are moving!
We made the decision about 4 weeks ago and next week we are out of our 100 yr old beautiful "railroad" apartment. I am going to miss the high ceilings, the special light and the quiet in the middle of the city. But things change and sometimes you've
just got to move on.
Its been kinda crazy around here, as you can imagine. I did not really internalize that moving would generate so much formality, meetings, form filling in addition to the madness of packing and sorting! Speaking of madness - moving always make me lose something essential: my sanity!
The hardest part though,has been going through our storage in the attic. We have lived here for 10 years, and that attic has been like a Grandmothers treasure trove. The storage space up there is dangerously huge. When we moved in here our life was on high gear. Within one year we made 3 moves. From a rural cabin to the city via a rental to this space where we just threw our stuff in, re - grouped and moved to Atlanta for 6 months. At that time B - Boy and Lini - Bean were tiny little beings and I was about to start my first internship in the hospital. My husband was finding his footing in the Norwegian work environment. So boxes from the last move and moves past got pushed further and further into the depths of that attic. For two weeks now I have been chipping away at those boxes. So many memories! How young we once were! All the junk I have saved!
I guess I am a pack rat and I really think that being a pack rat is very much like being a gambler because every once in a while I will hit that jack pot. Like last night I found a T- shirt I saved the very first time we made a move together. Well actually it was my husband that moved, I was his girlfriend just helping out. At any rate he was really happy to be putting on that really old Grateful Dead t- shirt! It's pay days like that that maintains the habit. However, we would have been just as happy without that shirt. Most of the stuff I have sifted through has promptly found its way to the flea marked or a trash bag, with surprisingly little sentiment or regret.
There are things that are hard to sort through though. Like old photos, letters and mementoes. Some of it I remember putting away for sorting and saving later. These things has brought back memories and generated feelings that was not always happy or welcome. Going through these kinds of things are also very time consuming so mainly I now have it neatly boxed up. My husband and I have agreed to take one box at the time, sit down with a nice glass of wine and enjoy the memories, save the ones who we need to properly and let the rest go.
What are your experiences with moving? I'd appreciate any good tip or lesson learned!
Happy week to y'all!