I was told that moving is one of the most stressful things you can do.
I’ve been in my new place for just over a week. I can confirm from recent experience that moving is a nightmare. Emptying every drawer and cabinet, deciding what to throw away and what to keep, organizing stuff in boxes. It all seems like a mountain to climb.
It took us 5 days to move most of our stuff to the new place, and by moving I mean dumping everything into a huge pile of boxes and bags to be sorted ‘later’. I thought ‘it’s done, errr, no it’s not – now comes the unpacking, and redecorating. I guess it will take a week until I’ll know where things are and months until I feel at home here.
With that being said, after four and half years, I’m no longer a 50 sqr.m condo guy. We have moved to a much larger space, somewhere that allows us to host a dinner. It’s big enough to have friends stay over, open doors without waking each other up. And we have friendly neighbors whose names I actually know!.
But the strange thing is I have to teach myself to enjoy this.
From time to time, I find myself scrolling through photos of the old place with disbelief. I can’t believe I don’t live there anymore. It’s almost like I’m pretending to live in the new place knowing all too well that the 50 sqr.m condo is the real home. I miss the pool, my old video game corner, even the tiny kitchen – it was the place where so many memories were made.
I searched on the internet to see if others feel homesick after moving to a new place. Plenty. Some people take years. Then I read a very wise comment saying “The more you look back, the longer it takes to move on”. Well said.
I see that a lot of my blog followers have more experience in relocating than I do. Some are going through the same thing, some are eternally nomadic. Please be kind and share with me your experiences. I’ll keep you posted
Love.
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