After I married my husband eighteen years ago, I moved over a three-day weekend. Completely. I packed the first day, physically moved the second day, and unpacked the third day. Voila! I was done.
Not so this time. We’re moving halfway across the U.S., and we’ve been packing for a month and still aren’t done (but almost!). We hit the road the day after Thanksgiving and anticipate the drive to take five days. We will build a house, so in the interim we’ll be living in a rental – which will mean another move in about a year’s time.
“Change in Residence” measures a 20 on the Holmes and Rahe list of stressful life situations. In comparison, death of a spouse is 100 and a minor violation with the law is an 11. Christmas measures 12.
I feel the stress – most of the time I feel as if I’m rushing to catch a plane.
But it will be over soon. In the meantime, blogging, tweeting and posting on Facebook will be taking a backseat for a short while and during the actual move, I will be incommunicado for almost a week.
Expect things to pick up early in December.