I Hate Moving

Move is after all one of those four letter words.

One of my quips on what I hate about it is  

“Organized people get disorganized while moving” and everyone who knows me knows I am not the overly organized type. 

I am not generally militant or nit picky enough.

I rather like to mosey along and let things live where they live and such.

Life however does not seem to understand my desire to not bounce around.

We moved fourteen times between 2007 and 2010. I hated moving before all of that non sense and doing it over and over has not changed my feelings on iota.

The worst of it is when it comes out of the blue with no notice and or when funds are limited or unavailable to secure new lodging.

The latter is where I am currently.

I have chronicled some of the interesting people we lived with on another one of my blogs and to a community of folks at one time. 

Only one was dangerously criminally violent.

For the last few years the teen and I have lived in a cute little two bedroom condo with just us. She invited her step sisters to stay with us once each but those situations were short lived for many reasons.

When I left the familiarity of staying with family or friends I turned to Craigs List. I found my last job there and use it for other things as well. My goal was always to find ideally a single mom or woman who was renting out just one room in her home.

Under ideal circumstances I would love to live communally but scanning CL in a panic while trying to move unexpectedly or without a lot of cash is not ideal circumstance. It takes the right mix and levels of maturity for people to live well together. They also need to feel a sense of balance. The contribution everyone makes has to be seen as equal or at least acceptable.

In total we stayed with five strangers. Two of them were great but ironically those two residences were where we spent the least amount time. Only about two or three weeks in either place. 

We moved in with a new widow who was trying to supplement her suddenly diminished income. She had cleared out a small room in her home to rent but then her daughter called and said she needed child care or maybe to move in and the widow decided she needed the small room for a nursery.

Later we moved into a condo much like the one we are in with a delightful state employee who we really enjoyed getting to know. We even did a few things together. Sadly her out of town landlord got edgy about her subleasing and disallowed the contract almost as soon as we sent it for review.

Not knowing where I will end up bouncing to next makes it hard to pack, is another thing I rail about when a move is thrust upon me.

It hurts worse to burn bridges or loose contact with people we have liked or those who have helped us out as much as they can.

 

It all leads me here to share, asking people to help and share to help us get through this.

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