I have moved way too many times in my life. If I don’t count all the times I moved back and forth and in and out of my parents house from dorm rooms and apartments during my late teens and early 20s, I’ve moved somewhere between 20-25 times. That includes two international moves and two cross country moves as an adult.
Every time I move I swear I’ll do better. I’ll be more organized. I’ll pack up more ahead of time. I’ll declutter more before I move. I’ll throw out things I’m saving for sentimental reasons that aren’t really sentimental.
But I never really do those things. I hem. I haw. I get boxes and pack up a few. Then I procrastinate. I throw away a few things and then call it a day.
When moving day finally comes, I am usually still throwing things into boxes and praying that nothing breaks. Happens every time.
The best moves I ever made was when I was married to a military guy and the U.S. government paid other people to come pack us up and move all our stuff for us. You are forced to be organized when someone else is about to come into your house and pack up anything that isn’t tacked down, literally.
So last week we moved into a duplex near Toyin. We are literally three houses down from him. Annika thinks that she will be allowed to just run back and forth in between our houses. Ha!
But, it will be, and so far has been, nice to be close enough to him that they can see each other for more brief snippets in between their regular visits.
I am hoping that this is my second to last move of my life. I am looking into buying a house over the next year and hope that it will be my final resting place. I suppose when I’m old, I might be moved into a facility or perhaps go live with Annika and her family. But by then, I probably won’t do much of my own moving.
Mostly, when I have moved, I’ve usually looked forward to it. I enjoy getting out of a place and exploring a new one.
I was really looking forward to moving this time. At least, I was looking forward to moving out of my old place. For the past three years, Annika and I have lived in a tiny apartment. No yard. No storage. Too close to too many neighbors. We were on top of each other all the time. And while our new place is roomier, and I’m glad to be here, it’s been a bittersweet move. Because really, in all honesty, what I really want is my own house. I want Annika to have a childhood home. And so far, she hasn’t really had that.
See, we’ve lived in, now, four homes just since she’s been born. Add on top of that the two places Toyin has lived without us and she’s had six places to live in, in the past four years.
It’s very backwards from what I grew up with. Annika has moved more times in her four year life than I did in the first sixteen years of my life.
Overall I don’t think it’s been detrimental to her. She has barely been affected by this move. I thought she would become clingier and fearful for a little while after the move. But it’s been the opposite. She actually seems energized by it all.
But I’m finally at a stage in my life where I am ready for the moving to just be done. So done.