Many say the three most stressful things on life are death of the love one, divorce and moving houses. The first two are a bit ironic, it stresses you out if they die, and it also stresses you out if the two of you split up, let's just hope no one has to go through both stresses.
Luckily for me I haven't had to go through either (yet). However I've moved around quite a bit during my lifetime including two international moves. My latest move was just yesterday, 20 December, just a few days before Christmas. I'll tell you more about that in another post. Anyway, despite moving a fair amount of times in the past, it still stresses me out.
A week before M-day, I decided to get a head start and bought out a bunch of boxes that I had lying around at home. I figured that would help me get in a M-mode and start packing some stuff. Big mistake! Nearly everything I picked up I thought "I'm going to need that for ..." and put it back down again. I ended up with a messy living room for a week!
By the evening of M-1 I was still only 70% there, and now I had a lot of half filled boxes, scattered around every room. I also had a grumpy husband because he had a snappy wife who told him off for not packing stuff properly 😂. Snappy wife was getting more and more stressed out as the night went by and she still had not finished packing. Plus the movers were due at 8am the next morning, a whole hour before her normal wake up time. Lack of beauty sleep makes a wife extra snagrumpy, not a good position for any husband to be in.
M-day arrived and true to their word, the movers knocked on our door at 8am. Normally tradesmen are never on time. The only time you want them to turn up late, they arrive on time. The guys worked so swiftly that I barely had time to make myself the essential morning cup of tea. Within an hour they had cleared out everything in my flat and loaded it into their van.
What a mess! You see why I was so stressed out packing now!!
Anyway, I said a final goodbye to my flat, shut the door and threw the key back through the letter box. Next stop, to offload my stuff. That was the easy part as I didn't have to do anything now. The guys have their way of working the most efficient way even if it means they park their van in the middle of the road. Never mind the cars that want to get by!! Luckily this is a quiet residential road. They only had to move once to let a car through, and the other time I told the driver to drive around the block. Luckily she was ok with that.
Finally after 7 hours, including nearly four hours of travelling, I finally moved all my stuff from point A to point B.
You'd think I can settle down in my new place now? Far from it. The next month will be interesting/stressful as I'm not sure where I will staying most of the time. Not sure if I can handle nomading at this stage in my life. More on that in my next post.