I Hate Myself
Moving House Is One Of The Three Most Stressful Things You Can Do
By:
expo67
Written on June 1st, 2012
Today I start a two week process of moving house. I've had months to prepare, and even though I know I've got things pretty well in hand, I still feel anxious about how well things will go.
I'm moving out of a living space I love, but for a whole host of reasons I think it's time to move on. I've spent 9.5 years here and have had many good times. I love to do Christmas parties, and have hosted 8 of them in this loft space. It's also the last piece of real estate I owned that my father saw during his lifetime, so I feel as though I'm closing a chapter in my life. I always miss him, but I miss his take charge attitude right now. I keep praying for some of that, and it does come and go. I wonder if he ever wanted someone else to take over and get the job done for him. I fight that feeling all the time.
I have two weeks to do the move. Some friends are helping me move boxes and my bed, and movers will come and load up the rest in about a week and a half. In my dark moments, I get upset that my friends aren't more willing to help me pack up and move, but I realize that it is asking a lot and people are doing what they are comfortable doing. I also realize that when you hit fifty, slinging boxes around isn't exactly top of people's hit parade. It will get done, I'm confident of that.
I have been living mortgage free for a year, and am having to go back to having a small mortgage which, if I'm conscientious, I should have paid off in four years, just in time to retire. I know that I am lucky and that not everyone has this opportunity, so I try to be grateful and know that if at any point the mortgage payments become too onerous I can decrease them, and take longer to pay it back. I don't really want to do this, but it might become a necessity.
We haven't had much rain where I live, but it looks like today is the day. Oh well, that's just part of the test I'm being given, I suppose. It's all scary but at the same time it's the most alive I've felt in a year. Deep breaths, and here I go.
I'm moving out of a living space I love, but for a whole host of reasons I think it's time to move on. I've spent 9.5 years here and have had many good times. I love to do Christmas parties, and have hosted 8 of them in this loft space. It's also the last piece of real estate I owned that my father saw during his lifetime, so I feel as though I'm closing a chapter in my life. I always miss him, but I miss his take charge attitude right now. I keep praying for some of that, and it does come and go. I wonder if he ever wanted someone else to take over and get the job done for him. I fight that feeling all the time.
I have two weeks to do the move. Some friends are helping me move boxes and my bed, and movers will come and load up the rest in about a week and a half. In my dark moments, I get upset that my friends aren't more willing to help me pack up and move, but I realize that it is asking a lot and people are doing what they are comfortable doing. I also realize that when you hit fifty, slinging boxes around isn't exactly top of people's hit parade. It will get done, I'm confident of that.
I have been living mortgage free for a year, and am having to go back to having a small mortgage which, if I'm conscientious, I should have paid off in four years, just in time to retire. I know that I am lucky and that not everyone has this opportunity, so I try to be grateful and know that if at any point the mortgage payments become too onerous I can decrease them, and take longer to pay it back. I don't really want to do this, but it might become a necessity.
We haven't had much rain where I live, but it looks like today is the day. Oh well, that's just part of the test I'm being given, I suppose. It's all scary but at the same time it's the most alive I've felt in a year. Deep breaths, and here I go.
By:
expo67
Age:
51-55
,
Male
