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First of all, this move has been a piece of cake compared to the last one where we were buying/selling with two preschool children at home. That was a nightmare, and it took me more than 10 years to get over that trauma.
Second of all, this one hasn’t been easy in the same respect that every move is fraught with expense, headache, worry, stress, and just plain old hard work.
But. There is something delightful in the exploration that is a move.
- Cleaning out 16 years of accumulation – I started this 6 months in advance of putting the house on the market and worked on one area of the house at a time every weekend. I sorted through the range of treasured mementos to pieces of junk. I walked down memory lane with almost every item, and the purge was liberating. Thousands of items donated to Goodwill (my tax write-off made it even better) and I’m sure thousands more into the trash or recycling.
- Packing – We downsized to a house 1/3 smaller than the old one, so eliminating what wasn’t strictly necessary was important. Here was an opportunity to prioritize and decide whether I’m keeping that old XX because I need it or for sentimental purposes when I have never used it.
- Unpacking –Putting my old stuff into the new space requires that the context for every item is now new. This vase used to decorate the bathroom; now it’s under a light on a bookcase in the family room. Now my dirty laundry will have to be lugged down two flights of stairs – maybe I should put my closet in the basement?
- New neighborhood – It’s not like we’ve moved 1000 miles away, we’re just in a different part of town. But it’s the city. Not the suburbs. It has a completely different feel here. Plus it’s by the river. City by the river. That rings so nicely. Finding a grocery store with the stuff we want, good sushi and Indian food (forget the good Chinese food), a strong cup of coffee, the hardware store, all of it an adventure involving a new route, a new store/restaurant, and different clientele. My ideation strength is singing.
- New view – My commute is now less than 3 miles compared to 12. I drive through the prettiest parts of the city instead of the freeway. Each time, I deeply exhale.
- Doggie homecoming – Being out of the house we’re showing means I get the dogs back. They won’t be able to manage the stairs in the new house most likely due to age and logistics of the Walker hound and greyhound, respectively, so they won’t be sleeping with us for the first time. They will have an adjustment too but the walks by the river will hopefully compensate.
- Feeling different – We left behind a 1997 transitional home and are now in a 1940’s cottage. Old wood floors, thick walls, wood paneling, musty basement. It’s been too busy to really feel settled in yet, but I believe our new surroundings will make me feel like a different person. I can’t wait to find out.