Moving house SUCKS!
There. I said it.
I am surrounded by boxes full of shit I didn’t miss while it was in storage.
My back hurts from lifting said boxes of shit (and age. My back also hurts from age.)
I know where nothing is (it took me 20 minutes to find a tampon yesterday. They were in a box marked “stuff” so big thanks goes out to past Me for that one) and everything feels unfamiliar.
Now, let me be clear. I am supremely grateful for my new home and acknowledge how lucky and privileged I am. But moving house has thrown up some real lessons for me and today I’m going to share some of them with you. Do with them what you will. I trust they serve.