The trouble with moving

I've never been someone who moves so much. I lived in our old family home for 26 years and then only moved out with hubby and the kids earlier this year. I think my kids are going to be the exact opposite. We are moving yet again next week.  We've only been here in our new place for 7 months. But each weekend, Ryan and I go out on a hunting spree for a new home. This became our little weekend routine, scouring our sleepy old town for prospects but I tell you, there aren't so many choices when you go out there looking for houses for rent and even apartments. It's either, there are no vacancies or the rent is way over the budget.  So we looked and looked, twisted our necks for signboards and got dizzy with all the hunting.  But last Sunday, unexpectedly,we found something. We were about to end the search and call it a day,when I saw this paper sign.  And the rest is history. We would not have entertained moving thoughts if not for the reason that it's smoldering in our present place!  Ventilation anyone?  And just recently, ants began swarming in the whole place.  They are literally everywhere! And the final blow, they've discovered the joys of munching our clothes for their snacks,dinner or  whatever.  So most of our clothes have teeny holes in them.  And the worst thing is, they won't, no matter how I tried,leave our home. I ended my ant wars. They just would not budge. They're such stubborn insects and I'm ending the fight. It's about time we leave this place. I don't want to be ant feed or be bathing in my own sweat every time.

So after an endless search,  we found this dusty old 2-story place. Not exactly, the house of our dreams but it will do.  It still needs a good amount of cleaning though but who cares if its dusty and dilapidated.  It can always be cleaned and fixed before we finally settle in next week. After 7 long months, Khym made some new friends.  Children of people living beside us.  I really don't know the extent of the impact of moving when it comes to Khym. I'm not too sure if he's going to take it the hard way or just shrug it off. Right now,he's on heavy-duty mode in making friends.  The trouble with moving is, you could never rule out you kid's feelings leaving their new friends or leaving a place they've gotten used to.  I'm just glad that we're only moving in the same city and not some strange new place.  The trouble with moving is all that packing. 

Boxes here and there, scattered items, a messy house.  Thinking of moving makes me want to just lie around and rest.  I'm tired of boxes. I'm tired of sorting.  I'm tired of cleaning up a new place.  I'm tired of lists on what to bring, what to buy and what to dispose.  But the reality is, I have to get up and start packing now.  But with the kids running around, that would be next to impossible.

After all the packing and cleaning, I will still miss this cramped ant-infested place.  I'm always melodramatic when it comes to moving.  But moving means living anew amidst all the old things in your life. Moving means embracing a new home, a new life.  When I think about it, moving isn't so bad after all.  At the end of the day, everything will always be worth it.