This weekend Meg and I (along with the help of some very generous friends) will move Meg into our new “Home” in Maple Grove. (Once she’s moved in we’ll have posts about our new neighborhood and backyard and things like that.)
Because of this, for the past few weeks, Meg has been busy boxing up items in her current apartment. She’s an excellent trooper, for moving is considerably more stressful for her than for me with my numerous moves in the past. (17 total, some almost solo) As I recounted the moves I’ve made, I realized that perhaps a certain amount of my moving confidence comes from my experience at work. In the first year I worked for Troupe America, I loaded and unloaded a 24ft truck over 30 times. I drove a 24ft truck at least 4 or 5 times that year as well, and at least one of those trips was solo. Needless to say at this point, moving isn’t that stressful for me. I will admit that I do hate putting items in boxes, that’s my moving nemesis, but once the stuff is in boxes or totes, or ready to wrap in a blanket, I’m all ready to do the rest.
Moving puts things in perspective for people, and while Meg has been doing the bulk of the packing and boxing, I have been doing my fair share of evaluating and “purging” for while Meg believes she has a lot of “stuff” her amount seems a trifle compared to what I have. My moving equipment has increased from my parents mini-van for my first move to college to my truck pulling a U-Haul trailer to a 24ft truck hauling my truck. For those of you who don’t know me, I’ve been working and accumulating tools and materials in my work as a theatrical technician. Unfortunately for me, since I left Troupe America, I haven’t had a place to keep all these things. (by the seemingly endless generosity of my parents and grandmother, I have been cheaply separated from a number of these belongings.) I also haven’t had to share space with someone. Back to putting things in perspective. I’ve been evaluating the amount of things I have and their place in my life and how those relations to my “things” has changed drastically. I’m anxious to get everything in one place in Maple Grove, but I’m just as anxious to clear out the detritus of my past life experiences and start living leaner and more present in my shared home with Meg.