I posted this three and a half years ago. So much has changed since that time. But some things about moving always remains the same.
We are moving. Finally. Yay. I’ve been waiting for this day for one year and five days…that’s how long it’s been since we moved into the apartment. But wouldn’t you know it? I have mixed emotions.
I guess that is to be expected even though I didn’t like living here. Didn’t like the shared living space with people I never did get to know. Never even learned the names of most. I didn’t like the trek up the stairs to the second floor which followed the trek across the parking lot,that wasn’t directly in front of the building in the first place. Didn’t like the hauling of the groceries from the parking lot, or the cleaning equipment, or the whatever-I-happened-to-be-carrying at the time, for all of apartment-kind to see. Yep, there are a lot of things I’m definitely not going to miss.
As much as I didn’t want this apartment to be our home, it was. It’s were we came at the end of the day, where we all gathered to sleep, and perhaps share bits and pieces of our lives before retiring for the night, if we were lucky enough to all still be awake when the last person straggled through the door. As much as I didn’t want it to…it became home, in spite of the fact that I never hung a single picture on the wall, never intended it to be more than just a place we were staying. It became our home.
I heard the cliche over and over during the past year that home isn’t about where you live, it’s about the people you live with. I would shake my head and tell myself that the folks that were spouting off that platitude never gave away half their stuff, put the rest in storage and attempted to survive. I was wrong. It is about the people and so much more.
There are things I will miss when we move in just a few short days from now. Some are the very things I disliked the most. It’s human nature, I suppose, to become accustomed to the familiar. There’s something comforting about that. It’s why we humans can survive the things we are often forced to survive.
So there we have it. I am moving. I’m glad, I’m sad, I’m excited, I’m nervous all at the same time. I’ll take it one box at a time, and before you know it, this place too will become our home.
And that’s just the way it is.
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