I’m knee deep into my big move, and if you’ve ever moved, you probably have an idea what state of mind I’m in.
Everyone talks about what a pain in the butt moving is but since I’ve done it about 20 something times in my adult life, packing stuff in boxes is not a really a big deal to me. The part that’s very difficult about this particular move is a little game I’ve come to call “yours, mine, and ours”.
Sean tried to make this easier by leaving for the weekend which I actually really appreciate but the task is to me to go through our belongings and figure out what belongs to me. Some of it is pretty easy: stuff he had before and stuff I had before for example. But there’s definitely a lot of gray area.
I don’t want to have to go out and buy new stuff but I don’t want Sean to have to either. I also am well aware that contents of a 3 bedroom house are not good fit at 220 ft.² apartment. Also, if I do move again I cannot afford to replace everything that I have now.
So this weekend it’s about compromise. My mother is coming today to bring to her house the things IÂ want to keep (for now)Â but can’t fit in my new home. I am taking the opportunity to get rid of posessions I’m not using. And I’m going to be fair to a person I love and respecxt and leave him with the things he needs and loves.
I’m so nervous about not leaving enough or leaving too much. I hope I can do this right.