So this week (and the last couple of weeks really), I’ve been caught up in preparing for my new adventure: a change in living situation. As a result of this decision — which I assure you 100 percent is the right choice — I’ve had to do two things I dislike. Move and ask for help to do so.
It’s only been a year and a half since the last time I moved, but as I’ve been preparing it’s come back to me why I dislike it so much. I just really like to be settled and comfortable. I don’t enjoy sorting through all of my things (it always shocks me just how much I’ve acquired in a relatively short span of time living somewhere), figuring out what to get rid of, gathering up boxes, filling said boxes and then carting them off to the new place, wherever it may be.
Yes, I’m whining and I know it. Sorry! In the time when I haven’t been busy with other things, I’ve pretty much spent the rest of it packing or sorting, or feeling like I should be if I’m not. Hallelujah tonight when my hard work paid off!
This time I decided to break my move up into two parts to make it a little more bearable. I gathered up some great friends and hauled the majority of my stuff to the new place tonight. Most of what’s left is my furniture, and I have some friends lined up to help me move it on Saturday.
Which brings me to my second point of this post: asking for help. It’s really hard for me to do. Call it a pride thing or anything else, but it’s just difficult. It’s silly since I’m always perfectly willing to help someone else if the situation were reversed. But, since this is an important choice for me, I gritted my teeth and reached out for help this week, and I’ve been rewarded with plenty of wonderful helpers.
See, it really isn’t so bad after all. As I mentioned, this is the right decision for me, and I’m excited to try something new.
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