I officially hate moving. When I get to my new house in (fingers crossed) a little over a month, I will never be moving again. I am only being a little dramatic, but they may have to carry me out of there in my box. Ok, so maybe I will move again, but not at least until the the trauma and nightmares of this entire farcarde have passed through, and away from my memory. I can not even endure the thought of it again.
It's not the practicalities that bother me so much. The packing boxes and having the most epic spring clean imaginable with your valueable posessions, I quite enjoy. It's simply the emotional stress I can't take. Wow. Whoever said that moving house is one of the most stressful things you ever do, they weren't kidding.
I have moved before, pack stuff in, move, pack stuff out. Should be so easy. But this time we're moving to a completely different part of the country. That means looking up schools, making sure we live near a good one, getting to know the area, travelling up there to look at houses, finding a house, and then getting it. Waiting on tenterhooks to see if this time it really does all go through, (we've already attempted this move about 3 times with no luck) and the stress is sending me a little potty.
My living room is absolutely filled with half packed boxes, I can not find ANYTHING. The simplest of tasks becomes nightmarish and long winded, and I may just about drive myself into a meltdown before this is all over, either that or climb into a box and pack myself. Fingers crossed that it all ends soon. That's my little rant over. Apologies.
It's not the practicalities that bother me so much. The packing boxes and having the most epic spring clean imaginable with your valueable posessions, I quite enjoy. It's simply the emotional stress I can't take. Wow. Whoever said that moving house is one of the most stressful things you ever do, they weren't kidding.
I have moved before, pack stuff in, move, pack stuff out. Should be so easy. But this time we're moving to a completely different part of the country. That means looking up schools, making sure we live near a good one, getting to know the area, travelling up there to look at houses, finding a house, and then getting it. Waiting on tenterhooks to see if this time it really does all go through, (we've already attempted this move about 3 times with no luck) and the stress is sending me a little potty.
My living room is absolutely filled with half packed boxes, I can not find ANYTHING. The simplest of tasks becomes nightmarish and long winded, and I may just about drive myself into a meltdown before this is all over, either that or climb into a box and pack myself. Fingers crossed that it all ends soon. That's my little rant over. Apologies.

It is normal to hate moving but there's nothing else you can do but pack your things. Well, there are movers the can help you do the rest of moving though. They're responsible.
ReplyDeleteYes, moving can be very stressful. Perhaps those who were able to experience such, not only once but multiple times, can totally relate. But removalists can always help. :)
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