by ekie
so my mother is putting our house on the market. our house. MY house. where I have lived for exactly the number of years I’ve been alive plus the time I spent gestating. Where she has lived for so long, she’s lost track, but she’s thinking it’s a bit more than 30 years. She’s gone through two husbands, four dogs, one cat, two rabbits, countless goldfish, and has successfully managed to get 2 out of her 3 children out of the nest and is ready to Downsize and Just Leave Already.
She has informed me that, regardless of my job (which doesn’t exist) she will always have a room wherever she lives for me, which is nice, but in the meantime, we are Preparing to Move, and it sucks. It really, really does.
She explained very patiently to the realtor and the stager (who is someone who tells you how to make things pretty so people will buy the house) that her daughter has Aspergers and has problems with change, to which they replied fine, we’ll do her room last. But in the meantime, there is a big ugly metal pod-thing in our yard which will soon contain about half of our possessions. A good fourth of our stuff is getting recycled/sold at a church rummage sale/given away. We are putting in a new stove and sink and countertops only to leave them for the new owners. My mother is going completely nuts trying to get everything done before we officially go on the market. I am just trying to stay sane.
I hate moving. I will never, ever be able to say this enough times. I hate, hate, hate, HATE it. True, I have never really done it, except to go to college, but it really sucks.
Unfortunately, taxes are too high here, the snowplowing bill is too high here, and our yard strongly resembles a jungle we no longer want to deal with. And so we go, despite the fact that every single iota of my Aspie-ness is screaming out in pain and frustration at all the changes, changes, changes!!! happening to my world, my safe, stable world, right now.
And so I learn – that just like everything else in life, it will be gotten through. That the question ‘Do I want to keep this?’ when turned into, ’Do I want to pack, wrap, carry, and unpack this?’ changes many of my answers. That you shouldn’t have to pay for boxes, but people only give away big ones, not book-sized ones.
Also, that I hate moving. But I think I said that already.
(7 pm. Sunday.)
1 Comment
12 May, 2009 at 12:37 pm
A store that sells liquor often has small, sturdy boxes that are good for books, because wine is heavy, too. If you know someone who is going by maybe they can pop in and get some for you.
Good luck.