Well, it looks like the boxaholic period has finally begun.
Just before last weekend we got some of these awful cardboard boxes and started packing to face our future. I´d like to say that we are making a wonderful job but actually, the ONLY things we´ve packed so far are The Gentle One´s books. Just his books, not mine. Didn´t even try.
'Why?', I can hear you intelligently asking.
And the reason is, to be completely honest, that I don´t want to do so.
Please, do not get me wrong.
I am dying to move to Romania and start this atonishing adventure, but if only we could wake up one fine morning in our new apartment without all the Last-time drama...
I am dying to move to Romania and start this atonishing adventure, but if only we could wake up one fine morning in our new apartment without all the Last-time drama...
The idea of packing it´s truly hard to me because, as soon as I place the first book, dvd, or framed picture in a box, I´ll be saying goodbye home and I am not ready, not quite yet anyway.
We are supposed to be moving in less than a month. A MONTH, do you understand? And by then I won´t be sitting in front of this desktop computer anymore, I won´t bake cupcakes on my old oven, I won´t read books by the window (here we go with all the Last-time drama again...). Indeed, in less than a month I´ll have left this house forever.
Yes, I know this house is old (older than Matusalem, actually), and we (well, that´s The Gentle One) spend a lot of our spare time fixing up ruined supplies, but the thing is that we´ve been living here for the last seven years and a half. This house was our first house, the place where we first moved when we started our relationship.
This shabby house is our home. And now we must leave. OMG.
Ok, I´ll keep breathing, I promise.
[Uses the asthma medicine again]
So, I decided to start documenting the little things that make me happy all around the apartment.
Like my summer reading refuge by the window, the light in my boudoir, or the glowing purple colour we painted the walls many years ago. Because someday I won´t probably remeber the place clearly, and then I´ll have my pictures at least.
Like my summer reading refuge by the window, the light in my boudoir, or the glowing purple colour we painted the walls many years ago. Because someday I won´t probably remeber the place clearly, and then I´ll have my pictures at least.
I hear you 'cause I'm going to move in a month or so too. It's bad to leave all the places and the things you're used to. When you think about it rationally you know it's just places and things, and that it's not that big of a deal, but it's still a huge change in one's life, and changes are scary :).
ResponderEliminarBut I'm sure you'll get used to your new place sooner than you'd think. Maybe you're so afraid that you'll feel sad and nostalgic that actually when you'll be there you'll be better than you thought ;)
We are in the same boat then! Yes, you´re right about rationalizing, but we are human after all and that means we are not too logical sometimes :)
EliminarHowever, I am sure I´ll feel better as soon as I have the chance to make room for a new place in my heart.
I can understand you perfectly. I felt the same way when I had to pack and head for Romania ( I used to live in Greece). The thing that bothered me most was leaving my friends behind and winding up in this new country without knowing anybody there to talk to. It was hard but just think of the wonderful things you will discover in the new place? Maybe it's for the better :)
ResponderEliminarYou also moved to Romania a few years ago! Well, that means a lot of sympathy between us :)
EliminarI suppose I am little scared, not just about the new country, but also about the new language and new mores. I am sure I will learn lots of exciting new stuff, it´s just a question of time.
ResponderEliminarSome how the song Pictures of you by The Cure came to mind with this topic.
Forever is a long time, I hope you can visit your old home sometime again. ♥
Pictures of You is the perfect song for this post, indeed! ♥
EliminarI´ll come back for holidays at some point, that´s for sure. Unfortunately, my apartment is a rental property, which means that I´ll be barely able to visit again...
Oh I can absolutely understand your anxiety about leaving your home after these years. 7 years might sound as a short time but if you like the place it stucks to your heart very fast. First place I still have in my heart is the old 18th century mansion we hired the top floor of My wedding was in that house and my first son were born there. The second is the first house I owned a late 19th century large building with lots of history. I sold my heart to it and put lots of love and labour to it. Unfortunately I choosed to leave it during my divorce, but I can still say its in the family as my kids lives there every other week. I haven't bonded that much to my new house. It's a strange house. Looks tiny on the outside but it's large on the inside and like a mace, some visitors actually get's little lost. We also had some disturbing paranormal experiences so, well the house is not entirely mine. I hope your move will go smooth in the end.
ResponderEliminarWow, the paranormal activity sounds interesting (but also a little scary). I have never experienced something like that, and you made feel really curious about it.
EliminarAnyway, we start feeling attached to places when we build happy memories around them. That´s the reason why I feel so nostalgic right now. Nevertheless, I am such an emotional person, so I hope I´ll make a bunch of new beautiful memories at my new place soon.
Moving is hard, and when I started packing my belongings up earlier this year I found myself saying, "No no no, I don't want to go away from home yet." Now I live in a wonderful stone-walled 2 floor apartment and have been loving it! I even have little (sealed away) ceiling bat neighbors that I can watch flying around at dusk.
ResponderEliminarStay strong, and I'm sure this move will bring so many exciting new experiences your way! I'll admit I cried the day we moved all my stuff out of my childhood home, but the tears dried up once the boxes were in the new place. :)
I am conscious this is just a temporary feeling. All I need for being happy is my better half by my side, so even if the beginnings are hard I´ll make it if we are together ♥
EliminarAnd wow! Your own bat-neighbours flying around... That´s superb! Hahah...
Oh yes, I can totally relate. Our house sold this past week and we will need to finish the packing up that we started in January now. In three months, it will no longer be ours, after 26 years. It is hard - I still get weepy.
ResponderEliminarBut I wish you all the best in your new adventure! :D
OMG! 26 years? You must be really brave, all my wonder and respect are with you ♥
EliminarI wish you an easy and light move too, packing up so many things has to be really hard.