I HATE MOVING!
As Matt and I fell into bed last night, each of us bruised, cut, scraped, exhausted, fatigued, and terribly sore in every muscle group we asked the simple question: “Who’s idea was this anyways?” I blamed him and of course he said OTH was my idea. Either way, at the end of each of the last couple days it seemed to be A BAD IDEA! Not for any of the obvious reasons -4 beings in a 24′ space, no “real” place to call our home (park it), no breaks from each other… no. We are fine with all of that.
What we ARE NOT fine with is (du du duhhhhh) MOVING!! (screams from terrified women and children!! AAAAAHHHHHHHHHAHAHHHHHHAHHAAAHHH!!)
Let me be clear I HATE MOVING!! I HATE IT!! I said several times over the last couple days that this will be the last time I move my stuff. From now on we hire movers. It does not help that I seem to own a small furniture store and Matt really does own his own small business (complete with inventory and other necessities). Between the 2 of us we found that we needed to rent (and fill) a 13×14 storage while we are on the road.
Our idea started out so simply -shed almost all of our belongings and head out– “Tally Ho!” free as can be. BUT when it came down to it we both had a problem parting with some of our nicer things. I think the problem is that we have been telling people that OTH will probably last about 1 year or so. In the back of my mind I keep thinking that my favorite blouse (which will not be joining us in the RV because it is dry-clean only or wrinkles very easily, or is too dressy) will still be in fashion in about a year and I can hang it in my new bigger closet when we move into a house again. I NEED to let go of that mentality. I need to work on Matt also.
I know his thinking is a bit different. He looks at the financial side of the the decision. “Do I need these skis to be stored unsure when or if I will use them again?” To which I can almost see the thought bubble up from his head and type out “Yes. I do not want to purchase new skis when or if I ever need them again. Besides these skis were expensive and they are good skis.”
So when I find myself in the middle of moving hell, what keeps me going? One simple thought: we are living the dream! Seriously. We are doing what most people only dream or talk about doing. It is really happening.
Not that I really ever had any doubts. When Matt says he is going to do something HE DOES IT. Not me though. Of course I try to be a woman of my word, but sometimes it doesn’t work out. Plus my word is so wild and varied, often times based solely on emotion. When my emotions change so does my word. Not Matt though. So when he and I agreed (maybe a year ago now) to embark on Operation Tally Ho, I knew it would happen –FOR SURE!
In addition to knowing that we are actually going to be fulfilling our first dream as a married couple, I also get small thrills from the longing, jealous, envious, and some times confused looks when we mention our plans to new people –call me shallow.
So yes, moving does suck. But the juice is worth the squeeze!
xoxo
Broken, bruised, beaten, bone tired,
Breezy.
As one who has moved a gazillion times (okay – it’s really only 20 times in my adult life) movers are a huge help. But, when you can’t afford that – it’s extremely useful to call on as many friends and family as possible – the cost of pizza and beer is well worth it in the end!!! Of course, you need to be ready to return the favor when they move!! And, as for hanging on to stuff – it’s part of the human condition, many things represent much more than the actual item itself – it’s the memories attached. Love your blogs!!! Hugs from Sammamish.