In the almost thirteen years that I have lived in the Biggest Little City in the World, I have lived in ten different places (eleven, if you count the two weeks I lived in the University Inn when the dorms were closed during my second winter break up here). Cardo and I have lived in seven places together (and Pic has been around in six of those places). My point is (and I do have at least one) that one might think we'd be much better at this moving business than we are.
During this move, though, I have questioned that. Have we gotten better about moving? I really don't think so. Part of the difficulty with this move is that we've lived here for two-and-a-half years (the longest we've lived in any residence) and we've collected a bunch of stuff. (Okay, so for my part, much of that "stuff" is books.) We've tried not to collect too much, but it happens. It's that whole goldfish effect, no? We've expanded to fit our surroundings. Another part of the difficulty is that we are moving into a space that is about fifteen percent as big as this space. Where do we keeps the extra blankets, sheets, and towels? Can we bring the largest of the mixing bowls? Do we keep buying toilet paper in bulk from Costco?
If nothing else, this move will be an adventure. An adventure wrapped around a bunch of smaller learning experiences.
Also if nothing else (yes, I get that I'm voiding the validity of that phrase), our next move should be much easier, no? Unless we somehow manage to find something even smaller. I'm really hoping, though, that will not be the case.
I have a lot of other thoughts on this move. At the same time I'm trying to embrace it, I'm feeling a bit hesitant. There have been plenty of moments in the past week when I've thought, "I must seriously be crazy." However, this is kind of how I operate when faced with pretty much any change. I'm certainly not alone in feeling the collywobbles in the face of change.
The funny (or whatever) thing is that I'm the one who instigated this change. This is change I've been mulling over for well over a year. I think that is one of the things that shocks most everyone we talk to about this move. I get the feeling that a lot of my quiet contemplation leads others to sometimes believe that I espouse a pretty conservative mindset, at least in the day-to-day workings of life. (Someone I've been relatively close to for my whole life even commented on how radical this move seemed for me because I'm pretty "conservative".*)
* I'm definitely not talking politically here, so I hope I'm being clear. I think traditional is more the word I'm looking for, but it wasn't the word used.
So, tomorrow is the Big Moving Day (yep, it deserves capitalization in my little sphere). We haven't much left to clear out and we haven't much space to fill up, and I'm looking forward to it just being finished. I fully intend to do a happy little jig when all of the figurative dust settles.
One final note, for now: I stopped and chatted with my neighbor earlier and learned more about him and his family than I've learned in the previous two-and-a-half years. Odd, but true.