I don’t know what is about moving but every time I do even if it is just across town I get very emotional about the whole thing. Maybe it’s has to do with touching all of my possessions or finding things that have been tucked away for safe keeping. I’m sure that it has to do with the fact we all reflect on the time we’ve spent there, re-living the good and bad.
So much in my life has changed in this little townhouse. We brought home macintosh to this house, We got into biking. I spent a summer waiting for my bones to knit back together after a bad bike wreck. We said goodbye to both of Collin’s Guinea Pigs in this house. I learned so much about sewing and knitting and vegan cooking. I beat some pretty nasty health issues here. I also spent the last days of my twenties in this house. For a terribly laid out townhouse, with stupid flooring and poor use of space, this place has been my home and my favorite home at that, filled with all the people and dogs that I love. Today we pick up the keys to our new place and begin moving everything over. I can’t wait for what lies ahead.
Moving is always a bit hard for me even when we are moving to a better place. I was constantly frustrated by our last home, but I cried like crazy when we left it.
I love the traumatized/confused little faces of pets that just moved… I understand that it is a bit melancholy but exciting at the same time though. It’s a definite milestone in terms of literally moving from one phase to another of life, because where you live really does affect so many things, be it your new regular grocery store or a new route you take and new neighborhoods and a new change to decide how you want to present yourself in your home/organize yourself.
Moving is always sad for me too. I don’t know why, but I always feel like my house is going to miss me, and I feel bad for leaving it!