Moving and the Baggage...Literally!

Packing up your life somewhere else and moving it clear across the town, state, or even the country is what we call a “pain.”  It takes weeks, sometimes months, to pack all of the stuff you didn’t even know that you possessed.  Once you get it all neat and packed in cardboard and shipping tape, you must hire a company to move all of it… or, in my case, move it all yourself.  Did I mention the sore core muscles I have? 

After loading it into the truck or trailer, you think to yourself, “Wow!  I’m finally moved!”  Not so fast.  You are technically only “halfway moved.”  The relief of getting in a new place can be just as much as getting out of one, until you must unpack, of course.  While continuing your busy lives of school or work, you must unpack your life and organize it in an efficient way beneficial to both you and your family.  We can’t forget the scheduling of getting the cable and internet set up, or the electrical and water bills in your name, or God forbid that your paycheck doesn't get mailed to the correct address; better yet: the new residents of your old home get the rest of your Seventeen Magazine subscription sent to their house!  How tragic. 

Boxes everywhere tend to make you feel a little uneasy.  They kind of remind you of your life at the moment:  cluttered, confused, and unorganized.  Let’s just say that for someone like me with borderline (ok… TYPE 1) OCD this is a frantic situation.  You wish you had the money to pay a secretary/assistant to sort all this stuff out. 

And of course there are the days where your friends ask if you want to hang out.  You reply, “Yea! I’d love to… but I have to help my mom unpack.”  Did I mention that the whole “moving” thing doesn’t just stay at your house inside a box waiting to be opened when you get home?  It follows you to school or to work.  In my case, I always say, “At my old school…” or “They didn’t teach us that!”  You have to put so much more effort into all of your classes and activities.  Being the “new girl” at school isn’t as glamorous as the movies portray.  Lucky for me, they don’t flock all over you and ask you questions.  The boys don’t gravel at your feet, and it is hard to “invite yourself” to parties that “so and so” has had every year since the fifth grade.”

  I was dead on with the title for this blog.  Moving has physical, emotional, and mental baggage.  Hopefully, I will write a blog on the perks of moving to a new town and school and meeting new people soon.  But for now, I guess I’ll be tagging #movingprobs on Twitter. J (481)