I’ve been moving this week. I’ve probably moved about twenty times or more in my life. You could say I’m a pro at it. I have a process. I have strong preferences. Yet, there are still things I learn every move.
During this move, I learned that the iPad is good for more than keeping the girls entertained while I pack. I was able to convince my lovely daughters to take pictures of their artwork and then dump the piles of papers we had acquired. They were okay with it, because it was on the iPad and I promised we could use some of the pictures as illustrations for our girl stories. They loved that idea.
I learned to let go a bit more. I moved from a house that was four floors to a thirteen hundred square foot apartment. I had to give a lot of stuff to charity and it didn’t hurt at all. We tend to keep a lot of stuff around just in case we need it someday. What we don’t realize is that these things cause us time, space and energy to maintain. It’s good to let go and the charities can always use more donations. When I started working for my money and going to school, I wore quite a bit of Salvation Army dresses. It felt good to go through my clothes and give some of them away. Someone else will get a lot more use out of them than I ever did.
I learned my kids are more helpful than you might think. Here’s a picture of my two daughters happily doing laundry in our new apartment. I thought it was cute and memorialized it as they’ll probably stop doing it as soon as they grow a little older.
I learned to complain more when things don’t work quite right. My new cable service was slow as molasses and rather than dealing with it (as a past version of me might have), I called Optimum and complained. I had them work on it until it functioned as advertised (three times faster than what I was originally getting).
I learned that why you’re moving makes all the difference in the world. This move was purely voluntary. There were some issues with the old house I used to rent and we moved to a brand new apartment in a luxury building with a view of the Empire State Building in New York City.
This is what I see when I wake up in the morning:
Needless to say, I absolutely love it. My daughters are not impressed with the view, except at night when the empire state building lights up. They’re way more impressed with the pool deck on the roof and I’m okay with that. Yesterday I made the mistake of going up there dressed in street clothes. I ended up hauling two sopping wet babies down the elevator to our apartment.
All in all, I’d say it’s been an exhausting move. There are still boxes and boxes of stuff in our dining room, but we’re enjoying ourselves and each other. We have parties on the pool to look forward to and a new school for my three year old daughter, which is the most exciting as far as my kids are concerned.