I would consider myself pretty skilled when it comes to moving. This is not a skill that I ever really wanted to have, but given my moving history, it’s not hard to believe:
- August 2003 – Move into college dorm
- May 2004 – Move into grandmother’s basement
- August 2004 – Move into college apartment
- May 2005 – Move into first off-campus apartment
- May 2006 – Move into three-bedroom apartment
- May 2007 – Move into my parents’ house
- November 2007 – Move into two-bedroom apartment
- November 2008 – Move into townhouse with Sara (playing house – we weren’t engaged yet!)
- December 2009 – Move to a one-bedroom apartment (for a job; Sara moved in with her parents for the time being)
- June 2010 – Move into Sara’s parents’ house (until we got married!)
- August 2010 – Move to one-bedroom apartment with Sara (our first apartment as a married couple!)
- May 2012 – Move to two-bedroom apartment with Sara (and L, who arrived in June 2012)
Since the average person accumulates more stuff through the years, those moves obviously got more and more difficult. As of the writing of this post, we’ll be in between moves 13 and 14, as we move into Sara’s parents in a layover as we wait for our closing date on our house.
This move proves to be the most difficult, but yet is the smoothest one of them all. It is more difficult as we are now moving for three people (plus a dog) and also splitting our possessions between temporary storage (thanks Dad!), a storage unit (thanks Joel!) and our place at Sara’s parents’ house.
It has been smooth, however, because Sara’s extremely organized and we’ve been slowly moving over a month’s time to ease the pain of moving all in one day.
Moving day is typically a stressful day for most people. It is understandable. There’s tons of moving pieces, there’s a lot of care necessary to make sure things go smoothly, and there’s that persistent threat of forgetting something. Oh, and the pain of carrying large boxes, furniture and otherwise.
Here’s why I do not stress about moving: proper planning helps makes things easier.
I also am not afraid to throw things away or leave things behind (if you didn’t use it since the last move, it is probably not that important). I am also a huge fan of the “the end is in sight” mantra.
On moving day, you’ll see me extremely motivated, moving quickly, efficiently and carefully. There’s method to my madness. Big things go out first – it is easier to pack boxes around them – heavy things go on the bottom, and try to get everything in a box. Pretty easy rules, but in many moves of helping others, I see people not following my sage rules of advice.
Over the years, I have moved on my own, I have moved with help, but I’ve always moved quickly. Why? Well, moving can be turned into a marathon, but there is little fun in moving all day. Moving isn’t a sprint, either as a lot of things do need to be handled with care (especially your back – lift with your knees!). I like to consider moving more of a speed walking competition. I’m careful with all of my footsteps, but I’m not tiptoeing. If you’re carrying a 50lb box or a large couch, it’s not any easier to go slower.
All in all I enjoy moving, it’s a fun experience, you’re going to somewhere new (and hopefully somewhere better) and it’s the best excuse to clean those areas that never get cleaned. With that in mind, I’m looking forward to being done “moving.” Setting down my roots in a house is more exciting that I can describe. I know furniture will shift and move, rooms will change and be repurposed. That’s all great, but for the most part, our large scale moves are done.
I wonder if I’ll get the itch in a year to move things around…