For the past year Rosemarie and I have been talking about moving. We’d go back and forth on the good, the bad and the ugly of contemplating such an idea. The entire process of just thinking about it, trying to decide and anticipating what it all means, has been…well, it’s been daunting. This past weekend we finally came to the conclusion we should do it despite the work involved and the emotions it’ll stir up. We have, after all, lived in this house over 22 years. Do you know how much “stuff” comes into a house during that amount of time…and stays!
So why are we embarking on this voyage instead of just coasting along as we have been? Mainly, we don’t need this large of a house anymore, especially considering the amount of time, effort and money it takes to maintain it. It is time to downsize. It will make life more affordable and easier on us physically. We live in a two-story and the stairs have become an issue. It’d be great to live on one level.
We moved a lot when we first got married. I kept getting new jobs and as we earned more money we could afford to live closer to work and an upgrade in our digs was always welcomed. Sometimes I’d have to move to the new location almost immediately and begin work, leaving Rosemarie behind to do all the packing and moving. But we were young then and got a lot more done in a day than we do now—a LOT more.
This time is different now that we are retired and the “job factor” isn’t part of the process. But there are new elements that are. First and foremost: stamina. It seems to have gotten up and left. It doesn’t want any part of cleaning and packing. Yesterday I filled three boxes. Yeah, three boxes…that’s all. At this rate we should be ready for the actual move sometime in 2026.
I am a great purger. I love throwing things out. Clutter is just not in my blood so if something has been sitting around unused and untouched for 5-10 years, then it’s time for that thing to get the heave-ho. Rosemarie, on the other hand, is a great hoarder so already there’s lots of bickering about what gets packed and what gets tossed. It’s going to be a challenging few weeks while we sift through each room…and each other.
Our plan is to sell first, keeping only the minimum of household goods and then putting it and ourselves into temporary storage while we take our time looking for a new place. We may move around the corner or across the state…just don’t know yet. That’s why we decided to unload the house first so that we can take our time and then “pounce” on a new place the minute we find one that says “buy me.” We want to avoid finding something first and then not being able to move on it because we’re still locked into the old place. We think all this makes sense. The only difficult part is doing it!
So, life has suddenly gotten a bit exciting around these parts. I haven’t yet figured out the ratio between boxes packed and rest stops taken. I assume it will all pan out on its own. One way or another, it’s going to be a moving experience for the two of us.