Moving Weekend – October 26-27, 2013

Moving is quite the adventure, as well as a bit of a reality check. Condensing all of your belongings into a number of boxes is a daunting task and can sometimes be rather depressing. Once taken off places of display and use and packing into a tiny (or large) box, many objects seem to lose their meaning and just seem like “stuff”. After all the boxes, furniture and decorations have been carried out, the place that has been your beloved home for so long is suddenly just an open barren space, a shadow of your former life.

At the start of the moving process, finding a way to pack and get everything over to the new place seems like the hard part; that everything will be a downhill process once it arrives at its destination. However, setting up a new home can be just as hard if not harder than packing up an old one. Setting up a new residence isn’t just a destination change, but a lifestyle change. Different layouts and arrangements of rooms, closets, and drawers change your entire workflow. Entering a new apartment can feel just as empty and depressing as leaving the old one. Even after all the furniture and boxes have been brought in and scattered about, it can be overwhelming trying to figure out what to do with it all.  Getting over this point is the hump. For some it takes longer than others. But eventually furniture falls into place, decorations mark your mark on your new home, and boxes start to dissolve into organization. When you turn to take stock of what is left to do, you realize that the unmanageable mess from before has transformed into a home filled with new opportunities.  That is the magical, exciting moment of moving.

This weekend I moved to a new apartment. It was a rougher and more rushed of a move than I’ve been through before. I chose this place on Wednesday, got approved on Thursday, signed my lease on Friday, and moved on Saturday. Far quicker than I normally move on any decision. I had viewed this place a week or two before, but initially dismissed it due to price and not liking the laundry situation. Eventually the price came down, making the comparison between it and other units about laundry plus slightly higher rent vs location. In the end I opted for the better location, since I walk to the grocery store and ‘L’ far more than I do laundry. But I had to move quickly in order to optimize the amount of help that I would receive while moving. I had additional time on my former lease, so the original plan was just to move my furniture and whatever else I could get packed in such a short time, since I only had a block between locations. I had a packing party for a couple hours on Friday, which a friend helped me out with. Saturday a couple friends started moving over the previous night’s accomplishments while I continued to packing, moving the boxes and bags as soon as I filled them. Re-enforcements (my parents) arrived around noon to both pack and move my stuff, in addition to the potential furniture that they brought with them for my new place. Overall, it was the quickest I have ever packed and transferred my belongings.

Once in my new apartment, I hit a while. So far I had managed to pull everything together on short notice, but this came at the expense of having any idea where to put it all once I had completed my transfer. It was difficult to plan my layout ahead of time due to the length of time between when I viewed the unit and when I arrived. Some furniture that I was counting on did not work the way I planned, and I had both too much space and not enough at the same time for me to know what to do with. Blood sugar, energy, and patience were low and tensions rose as we put together the furniture and tried to figure out what to make of the mess of boxes, bags, and piles of stuff. I became overwhelmed with the sheer amount of stuff I own and despite the amount of space that I had, felt like there was no place for it all to go neatly. Fortunately, after a good night’s sleep, the addition of more shelving, and the wonderful help of my parents, things began to fall into place. It is still a mess and I have loads more to unpack, but it feels like an organized task. There is enough of a vision in place that I can pick one spot at a time to focus on. It now feels like my own place and should not be long until it starts to feel like a home. And now a new chapter of my life begins….

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