I’ve been helping move friends of mine the past couple of days, and it reminds me of two important things.
The first is you can take it with you, but do you really want to? We have only so much space in our lives and living spaces for stuff. Some of us have a higher tolerance than others for what things need to stay, but we get ready to move every item is held in your hand with the same question poised, “Do we really need that?” So many of our things and memories are linked to what we have and where we are. We can afford to keep ten of X or have three extra Y. When we have to move our residence we realize what was folly, what was overindulgence, and what had just overstayed its welcome yet found a place in our space such as not to impinge too much. Moving shakes this paradigm and lets the chips fall where they may.
The second one is of spatial reasoning. It is always amazing how much more stuff can be stuffed into a smaller space as one uses their well honed Tetris skills in space time manipulation. You can take a 2000 square foot house and compact it into a 27 foot long trailer. This is amazing, but not as amazing as the time it takes to do all of it. What you think should only take a couple of hours takes most of a day. Part of that are the trips down memory lane with each new discovery from the previous point. It was nice helping someone else get ready since every time I have moved, except for the first time out of my parent’s house, was done under time duress. Every box we took out of the house took us one step closer, but at the same time the time eaten put more pressure on getting it because we had to be out the next day or two. My friends are under a time crunch, but not that hard, so it was nice to be more deliberate, but at the same time they have other stresses such as most of their stuff is now in a Tetris puzzle in a 27 foot trailer and the house they currently are living in is now an echo chamber for the last week of them living there. I’m sure time will seem to fly by, but also last forever as they eat on folding chairs and a card table.
As I contemplate my own move that will happen hopefully within the next year I wonder how me and my family will figure out solutions to these two things. I have ducked the problem by commuting for the past six years, but too many nights not coming home to the family has grown old. Taking a peek into what then future might hold grounds me and allows me to start thinking about the future. Still, first I need to create a test for Wednesday, so if you’ll excuse me, I must be moving on.