“Where thou art – that – is Home.”
~ Emily Dickinson ~
There are times in our lives that will test our resilience and our strength, emotionally and mentally and physically. The birth of a new baby, the illness of a child, the death of a loved one. And moving house.
They say a change is as good as a holiday, and many think that applies to moving house. But if this is what going on a holiday feels like, then I’d rather work all year without a break. Because moving is hard. It is backbreaking, it is expensive, and it is stressful.
We moved in February. You would think, having moved 8 times since 2001, that we would be used to it, that we would have a moving system all worked out and it would run like clockwork. But this clock is not so good. We tried to put a method into place, a method that would make the move much easier on all of us, but at the end of the day a move is a move. Things get lost, things that shouldn’t be packed DO get packed, and 4 weeks later there are still boxes littering the dining room. In one word, moving is CHAOS.
Now we have a new house, a new yard, and new neighbours. We have native animals that come to visit, we have a yard with its own football pitch, we have more room to accumulate more stuff. It’s quieter and more peaceful than the old house. And it’s different. The kids explore, they find new routines, they make new friends. Regardless of all the stress, it’s all good. It’s worth it. And I’d even consider doing it again. One day.
Please enjoy my blog, and come back to visit me next month. In the meantime, feel free to check out my friend Lisa’s 5 on 5 blog.