When I was a kid we moved a lot. Pop was a member of the Armed Forces, so every three years or so, he’d arrive home with new marching orders.
The regiment was on the move, another ‘rotation’…time to clean up, pack up and git!
Now, as I remember, this was no big deal, at least not for me. The military inspectors paraded through giving our temporary abode the white glove treatment, mom tossed some things in a suitcase and off we went.
While we did do some packing, it wasn’t much. As we walked out the door, the boys from Allied swarmed in, wrapping and stuffing our stuff into boxes and barrels. And they packed EVERYTHING! I recall after one move, unwrapping an ashtray… still full of cigarette butts!
But, I digress. (Sorry about that…had a Carol moment) As I said, back then, making a move was no biggie. For kids, moving can even be fun, an adventure, new destinations to be explored.
NOW, however, as an adult, it’s one humongous, pain in the tuckus! A discomfort to the backside I prayed I wouldn’t suffer again, ‘til the kids (bless ‘em) packed me off to Sunset (you’ll love it, dad!) Haven.If you check the list of the most stressful times in a person’s life, you’ll find “moving” in the top five! For me, right now, it’s a runaway at number one!
Of course, what people hate MOST about moving, is not the move itself, but the preparation, the packing. What goes, what stays, what to toss, what to keep?
For me, the latter is the most difficult… as I’m married to (and no man could be more fortunate) a pack rat!
I haul it (junk) out… she hauls it back! No matter that we haven’t used or even SEEN an item (piece of junk) in 11-years … “We might need it, some day!”
Needless to say, I can’t wait till this move is over.
And, oh yes, to the good folk at Sunset Haven, just a heads up… you may want to triple your storage space!
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