Thursday, 26 July 2012

Moving On

In four weeks time, we are moving house. Stated like that it sounds so simple. In reality, however, it is anything but.  (Having said that, I have this amazing ability to turn the simplest things into the most complex, stressful, complicated events. I cringe when I think about what I will do with moving house!!)

Honored with a place right at the top of the list of the most stressful events in life, right after death (I'm never sure if this is my death or someone else's!!), is moving house. I have quickly come to realise that moving has a way of forcing you to deal with all sorts of issues. Physical, emotional, tactical, logistical, the obvious issues, and those that blindside you - coming out of nowhere and sending you reeling. Issues that have been safely compartmentalized, and tucked away for aeons suddenly rise up like Mount Everest, with sanity on the other side.

One of the most daunting tasks ahead of me during this process is one of both a physical and emotional nature. Unfortunately it is a task I have to perform before I can even think about packing a box. I am a collector (read hoarder). I am intensely sentimental and hyper-sensitive about things from the past. I have what I think is a normal, healthy attachment to these things (others might disagree and say it borders on unhealthy-obsessive-bag-lady tendencies, but who listens to that niggling voice in your head anyway!).   I have a collection of letters (written on actual paper - not electronic!) from my school days. Notes passed in class between my oldest BFF Jennifer and I. We are still firm friends today, and reading these takes me straight back to those carefree days of crushes, parties, school disco's, first boyfriends, clothing crisis's, and exams. There is no way I can part with them. Moving on.

I have cartons and cartons of old photos from my parents youth right through to my own kids. In boxes. Unsorted. Again, I can't part with these. Moving swiftly along... Up in the rafters in the garage is a suitcase of old baby clothes from my kids, cartons of school work (from my school days and from my kids), and picture frames - TONS of them. Outdated and empty - but maybe one day they will be revived and given a new lease on life? And magazines. I have no idea why I thought that by storing literally hundreds of magazines I would one day find the time to sort and file the relevant things in them  - the obvious reason why I kept them in the first place! I could go on, but as I list my "collections", the knot in my stomach grows, and that voice in my head gets louder and louder!

The emotional issue I have with decluttering before I pack needs to be dealt with. I keep these things for reasons. I don't live in the past, but I like to visit from time-to-time. However, I have decided that I need to purge and cleanse before moving. Be selective and  chuck. For me this is huge.

This need to cling to the past, the comfort zone of what we know, has been passed onto my daughter, Kirsten. She has had a hard time getting used to the idea of a new house, a new room, a new area. She has moments of panic when out of the blue the tears start and she asks "Mom? Can my snow globes come to the new house? And my books? And my curtains?" Seeing her battling with this has forced me to address my own fear of leaving the past behind. Stepping out of my comfort zone. Helping her through this as sensitively as possible will be a good exercise for both of us.

Logical issues (being logical is not in my nature!), are another hurdle I have to overcome. I have this tendency to be impatient (*blush*), and need to be firmly in control. I want things to happen how and when I want them. One thing moving house has taught me (in unavoidable neon lettering!), is that I am not in control of a lot of the when's. When the transfer happens, when the exact occupation date is, when my new curtains will be ready, etc etc. I am out of my nicely controlled comfort zone here!!

The physical issues about moving are staring me in the face. These boxes are not going to pack themselves! Before making a start, however, I need to update my WILL DO List. Maybe if I commit to categorizing my photo's and filing my recipes and sorting through my kids old artwork from school (boxes and boxes of it!), I will do it. Or maybe I will trawl Pinterest for How-to-Organise-Just-About-Anything ideas to get me started. Maybe then dealing with my moving issues won't be such a Mount Everest for me. Maybe. I'm Just Saying...
 

11 comments:

  1. hahaha... love this post!

    In the back of my mind, I know that I've got to tackle some of the boxes in the garage this weekend... at the very least to sort some clothing donations for the Princess Project. But I have a pretty clear understanding of what is actually going to happen... I'll be cross-legged on the floor, going through everything but the clothing boxes.... old school letters, old diaries, momentos.... and then wonder, after happily trawling distant memories, where has the afternoon gone!????

    At least I'll know that you and I are doing the same thing! Procrastinating and reminiscing... together, even if it's in different provinces! Love you friend! Strength for the next few weeks - you can do it! xxx

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    1. My darling friend... no matter how far apart we are we are ALWAYS on the same page!! Love you stax xxx

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  2. I too like to collect things and organize my "stuff". So many times I want to get rid of things, but a voice in my head always tells me, "But what if I might need this someday...?" Best wishes with your move! Thanks for joining NOBH! :)

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    1. Absolutely!! That's my mantra - "What if I need it someday??" Thanks for reading! Les

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  3. C'mon Les you can do it. It is a wonderful feeling to declutter and it makes way for the new. Remember the past is in your head and you can go to your memories any time you wish. But it is gone too and so should all that stuff!! I chucked out just about everything when we migrated and I thought I would miss some stuff but I have missed nothing. I wanted to be clutter free forever after that because I felt so free from material and emotional baggage. Your happiness is in your future because the past has gone. Saw a pic of your beautiful house and I am sure you will be very happy there, with no baggage!!! Relax and enjoy the process Les. Life is way to short to try and be in control of things you aren't. Happy move my friend.

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    1. Thanks, Jules. You are so right. And I know its the right thing to do. Giving up my control issues - now that's a HUGE hurdle!! xxx

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  4. ugh, I feel your pain! I have boxes not unpacked from our move in 2007...really? Did I just confess that? Good luck with your move; I will now be busy trying to unpack our excess baggage...obviously it has to be!

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    1. Thanks Beth! Let me know if you ever unpack those boxes from 2007! At least I know I'm not alone!! x

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  5. I've moved many times in my life and I can attest, it is the most stressful thing and I'm not a collector (read hoarder).
    Let your friends and children help and if you cannot de-clutter now, but those things into boxes labelled SORT and then when you move, only open the necessary boxes first. Leave the 'sorting' boxes till last and only open one at a time and ONLY when you are ready to sort.
    I hope this helps. After all what's wrong with a new home filled with unpacked boxes? Nothing.
    Thanks for linking up with us at No Ordinary Blog Hop. Keep it up and every blessing, Kelly

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  6. Good Luck on the packing & moving ... That whole process can be difficult enough. Add on organizing and deciding which sentimental things to part with and it can feel absolutely overwhelming. I feel for Ya! Visiting from SITS Sharefest - Have a wonderful week :)

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  7. Good luck! I found you on the 5 day blog hop

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