I hate moving. Twice. Ugh.
It’s one of the reasons we lived in the same place for more than 20 years. We lived in a comfortable home in which we raised our children and had many dear friends in the community. And then Charleston beckoned.
Moving here from Pittsburgh, we transitioned to our new Charleston life. That’s once. Then we recently moved to Dunes West. That’s twice.
We really love our new community. Highway 41 traffic has its moments, but that’s a discussion for another day. Our neighbors are delightful. The community has been most welcoming and we enjoy getting to know new friends at Dunes West Golf and River Club. But oh…the process of moving. It just wore me out.
Sorting, cleaning, purging and packing exhausts me. It is just not in my DNA to day-after-day muster the energy to keep going, keep packing, keep purging. Moving Day, by comparison, is a relief. No easy task but the hard work of decision making is complete. You move everything from Home #1 to Home #2 and then unpack. It is tedious but simply a matter of taking everything out of boxes and tubs and finding a new home for everything. My wife enjoys the process of unpacking and I more than indulge her.
I can be a borderline hoarder, as was my mother, and I relate to the poor people featured on Hoarders. I keep everything and not just family photos. But notes passed in the hallways from old high school girlfriends, report cards, grade school pictures of classmates from whom I have long lost contact, college textbooks, sport ticket stubs and then there are all the scraps of life from raising our three children.
Our movers stated they had never seen so many extraneous belongings for a home our size. I wear that as a badge of honor.
The hard part for me is sorting out what to keep/not keep. It is truly agonizing for my inner hoarder but it is done now and we are settling in. The purging and cleansing we undertook feels good–until the next move.
Come to think of it, I think we will be staying in Dunes West for a while.