Moving kicked my ass.

As mentioned last Thursday, the family and I moved into new digs here in Bellingham this weekend, and it thoroughly kicked my ass.

But, to say that we moved, using the past tense, as anyone who has done so after nearly 20 years in the same house knows, is a gross overstatement.

Yes, all of our possessions have been relocated to the new address, but those possessions are still mostly sitting in boxes scattered all throughout the house, and they will all be moved many more times before we are fully moved in.

My father, who worked his whole career in the moving and storage business, of course pointed out the obvious, that it would have been SOOOOOOOOOOO much easier if we had hired movers.

Thanks, Dad.

I will say this, I intend to open up a special savings account and deposit some money into it every month so that, 30 years from now, I have a chunk of money available to hire movers.

Never again.

One last thing: As I went looking for a photo to include in this post, I discovered a vast body of moving propaganda, designed to deceive the unsuspecting into thinking that moving is a rather pleasant pastime.

I mean, look at the smiles on these people!

Yeah! Moving is so much fun! So fun, in fact, I think, just for kicks, I’ll move everything back to the old house this weekend and then bring it back to the new house one more time!

And that’s just a small sample. Go ahead, check out Google Images! You’ll find a lot more like this guy. He’s carrying a whole house…and he’s still smiling!

Who the HELL do they think they are kidding with these images?

THIS, is about the only one I found that captures the reality of moving, and it’s not even a real person!

So, just remember, you’ve all been warned!

9 thoughts on “Moving kicked my ass.

  1. whoops…i notice now that you did see it.

    here’s the part where we seem to totally overlap…

    “it’s taken five days to disengage from here, a herculean effort i’m not sure will be manageable again in this lifetime. the days of hefting tightly packed boxes melted into late nights emptying a large truck long after dark. our fatigue is physical and metaphysical and to the bone.”

    1. LOL! I was writing a snarky reply, pointing out that I had of course read your post, indicated by my comment on it, when you beat me to the conclusion.

      Yes, we do seem to both appreciate the enormity of moving, though you were much more poetic than I was, touching on the feelings associated with leaving your home of many years.

      It’s been over two weeks now since we moved, and I still do not feel like the new house is my home.

      At the same time, I’ve had to return to the old house a few times, most recently after our renter had moved in and had his furniture and other personal items scattered throughout, and it was really upsetting.

      It felt like a violation, and I walked through the house weeping, most powerfully when I opened up the pantry door, where, on the inside of the door we marked our son’s growth in pencil over the years.

      It’s a unique size, 100-year old door, not easily replaced, but when I get around to it I will be taking that precious memento from the house. I can’t bear the thought of losing it.

      1. “It felt like a violation, and I walked through the house weeping, most powerfully when I opened up the pantry door, where, on the inside of the door we marked our son’s growth in pencil over the years.

        “It’s a unique size, 100-year old door, not easily replaced, but when I get around to it I will be taking that precious memento from the house. I can’t bear the thought of losing it.”

        (maybe the best paragraphs you’ve ever written.)

  2. You are fun to follow – I also moved this year after almost twenty years living outside my home town. Twenty years of stuff is .. well .. lots of stuff. I now reside in my childhood house, with my parents placed in a newly built apartment in the basement. I love to be “back home”!

    BTW, 11 days until my spondylolisthesis surgery. Freaky, but I have high expectations.

    Enjoy your weekend(s)!

    1. Wow, what a cool convergence, all three of us spine-impaired people meeting again in the comments section.

      I hope the surgery goes well and that your recovery is swift. Keep me posted!

      As for your having moved back to your childhood house, wow, I can’t imagine that. For me it would mean moving back to the soul-less New Jersey suburb I was so desperate to escape that I moved 3,000 miles away when I finally had a chance.

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