I feel like I’ve been writing about it for weeks (mostly because I have) but I have finally, finally, moved house. All my stuff is in a new place and I now have the task of finding new homes for it all. I’m exhausted, and so sick to the back teeth of seeing boxes everywhere. Here are some of the things I’ve learned about moving house that I’m going to pass onto you. Forewarned is forearmed, or something like that.
The Boxes Never End
They never end. Ever. I spent hours the other day clearing up the front room, taking things out of boxes and finding homes for them. I emptied boxes, broke them down and started on new boxes. However, the procession of boxes NEVER ENDED. In the end, I flopped into the living room and wailed ‘THAT ROOM DOESN’T EVEN LOOK ANY BETTER!’
I have resigned myself to the fact that my house now looks like the back room of a severely disorganised charity shop.
There’s Still Stuff To Get Rid Of
I thought I’d got rid of everything that needed to go before we made the move. I took a whole sofa to the tip and heaved it away, and it was deeply satisfying. I KonMari’d the crap out of my life. Everything I have now is something I want, right?
Now we’ve moved, I have pieces of furniture that don’t have a use or a home. I have things that were dumped on me last minute, as I was loading up the van. Plus, there’s the stuff that we just plain forgot we owned till the last minute. I moved my childhood violin with me. I haven’t played the violin since I was 8. Why do I have this violin?!
Plus, there’s all the crap that we found in the new house when we moved. There’s terrible ‘modern artwork’ on the walls. There’s a rusty old shower caddy in the bathroom. There’s a variety of ‘funky’ yet dreadfully boring vases dotted everywhere. Why?! I don’t want them!
You’re Never Fully Packed
Before we left, we ran into a snag as we couldn’t pack up everything before we could move. There’s stuff you’re still using, and will still be using until moving day. On moving day, we ended up flinging things at random into boxes, just so we could get the hell out.
That’s now backfired on us, as now we have several ‘Boxes of AAARGH!’ as my husband has dubbed them. Now we have to sort through them and put stuff away. Sounds great. I’m going to go cry now.
Your Address Needs Changing Everywhere
Much like changing your name, changing your address is a slow and on going process. I keep finding new places that need my new address. You think you’ve sorted it all out, but then there’s somewhere else that needs your new address, and what are you going to do then?
That would be ok, if everything would go smoothly. But it won’t. Paypal currently can’t work out why I want to change my billing address with them. I’m too tired to argue with them. This leads me onto my next point…
Even a week on after getting the keys to the new place, I’m still utterly knackered. If I’m not working, I’m tidying, cleaning, unpacking, you name it. I haven’t stopped. It doesn’t seem to have an end in sight either, so I think I’m going to mainline coffee and throw things out of boxes until my body gives out. That’s how you unpack, right?