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Remember how I said that there’s a LOT going on in my personal world right now? One of those big things has been a lot of moving. Not only have I been moving my own personal belongings all year (because of the recent wedding), but I have also been helping a family member move. As a result, I have drawn one big conclusion: moving stinks.
Let’s just be honest, moving can be pure hell. It’s time consuming, exhausting, stressful, emotional, unsettling, physically painful, and mentally draining. Plus there’s a lot of BS to contend with like setting up utilities (aka: waiting for the cable guy), changing your mailing address, getting used to a new neighborhood, and losing/finding the things you need every. single. time. you need them. It is so mind-numbing and exhausting.
But it doesn’t have to suck all the time.
I’ve recently helped someone else move. It taught me a few things about the art of a stress-free less stressful move, and how I’m actually getting pretty good at it. It felt good to put that (seemingly useful) knowledge to work to help a loved one move.
It also taught me a few things about life, who I am, and how I fit into this world. It made me feel good. It made me feel loved.
And those moments were pretty beautiful.