At the beginning of this year I had a really unexpected move. My parents decided to move quite far away from where we’ve lived pretty much my whole life, and I needed to find a place to live very fast. It pretty much consumed my entire January, and much of February. During March I found myself settling into the new space and now, I can finally say, I feel settled.
This feeling of settled is finally unaccompanied by a low level anxiety that’s plagued my living situations pretty much my entire life. When I was a small child, I was terrified of my bedroom, particularly my closet unless it was the brightest part of the day (to say I was scared of the dark was an understatement - this fear also continued well into my teens), and when I was living with a former partner our shared university burnout meant we could never quite get the place organised, creating a stressful and chaotic living situation.
I find it really interesting how fast I have begun to adapt (and in a way take for granted) this new found inner peace. A new benchmark for a normal/neutral mood has been set, and it’s calming, not driven by anxiety.
I’ve really run out of words to say. I had a whole other post typed about how horrid moving is (and let me tell you, it is horrid) but now I’m so far removed from the situation I can’t relate to those words anymore. The feelings totally existed at the time, but posting them now as current me, it would be dishonest.
I will however leave you with one pearl of wisdom which I will be carrying into all future moves - no matter your mood ALWAYS LABEL YOUR BOXES. I can’t even begin to describe how often I needed something from my moving boxes and just had to go without because I didn’t label the blighters! It could have easily been avoided with some pen and ink ;P
It’s really nice to be home :)