Being a 52 year old grandmother must give me some expertise at something, right? However, most things I am still learning about and other things I will never learn, but one thing I can say I feel an expert at is MOVING. In my half century of life, I have moved about 30 times, more or less, and each time had it's own challenges and perspectives.
In the following months, I will try to give some tips and pointers on practical things (like packing, unpacking, renting a truck or paying a moving company) and insights to the other things that go with moving--the not so black and white easy practical things. The real life things that can affect you and your sanity as well as your family's sanity!
This first blog is all about Me, however. Let's face it, all experts need to show their credentials at some point or another. Here are mine:
My first move was at the ripe old age of two and my last move was at age 49. That was my household anyway. I have helped with family members moving in the meantime (we'll talk about that later) so I feel I have moved a bit more recently than 3 years ago.
My father's job took us to other countries, other states--all over until he retired (yet another move to a different place). Then, I married young and we moved with our young family several times, to all sorts of different places and then settled in a small town. Then, my mom became ill, we all moved to a different house--together--and then I got divorced. Sounds sad, doesn't it? However, the moving story doesn't end there! I married my soulmate, blended another household into an already two household house and we still moved yet again after that. (Yet another story to tell down the road).
I have up-sized, downsized and just moved stuff. I have moved with babies, several young children and preteens and teens. I have moved parents in, parents out and kids off to college. I have moved to places I didn't like, places I've loved (and hated to leave) and places that didn't last long at all to see if I liked or didn't like them!
I have loaded trucks, had others load trucks, said goodbye to the home I felt like was home when I was a child and goodbye to the home I raised my kids in. I have cried, cursed and worried to exhaustion during different moves, and was so happy and thrilled during others.
A lot of things I have learned by trial and MUCH error. Hopefully I can save some of you from making some of the same mistakes I made (plants in the back of a truck for 10 hours in the cold...stupid idea).
So these are just some of my lines on my resume of experience. There is so much more to tell, but I will save that for the next blog. Hopefully I can make you smile and relate--and give you a moment of calm in the storm that is happening when you move. That is my goal, after all.