So this is the last I plan on writing about moving. Yes, it was stressful...but perhaps not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. One thing I did learn is that everyone has as many different concerns and stresses about moving as there are different families. I happen to be little obsessed about the welfare of my cats ( I have 3), but it all worked out. I learned to be flexible in that respect. I had a plan to shut them in a particular room...but that plan must have been revised at least 4 or 5 times. It all worked out and we managed to retain all 3 cats...no one escaped. Whew.
Another concept that can be incredibly helpful is the idea of "re-purposing" items in your new home. An end table is not always just an end table, or relegated to a certain room. Therein lies the dilemma where you put things and as by Husband and I are finding out...sometimes things just "gotta go". Finding charitable organizations in your new area is helpful, perhaps someone else can make use of what does not work out in your new home.
The physical process of moving was not as bad as I envisioned. Yes, it does take a toll on one...it is hard work. However, what is harder is the emotional aspect. I am so incredibly excited to embark on adventures in my new area, but I sometimes feel a pang of emptiness when I think of the friends that I won't be seeing on a regular basis. We are a 6 hour drive apart, not too far...but far enough that we won't be meeting for lunch dates every other week. I will meet new friends here, but my old friends are golden. When I was in Girl Scouts, we sang a rather clique song, but it still rings true:
"Make New Friends, but keep the Old...
One is Silver and the other Gold."
So I look forward to new writing adventures...anyone have any moving "war stories" to share?
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