Monday, April 30, 2012

The "M" Word

I've recently discovered a new "bad" word. It ranks right up there with the best of the bad. In fact, the infamous "F" word might as well accept its newly claimed status as second on my list of never-to-be-uttered-in-public terms as this new word is far more foul.

What's the word?


Yes, my friends, I have discovered moving is NOT for the faint of heart.

One large house, almost fifteen years and 4 hoarders equals a don't-ever-do-it combination.

While I may be exaggerating on the "hoarding" part of the equation, it is amazing what I discovered I had labelled worthy of saving/keeping/storing over the past 15 years. When all was said and done, we filled one super large trash container (a dumpster to be exact), donated truck loads to Goodwill, several more to Salvation Army and many, many loads to the local Children's Home. I gave items to friends and family and even managed to sell quite a few things. In the end I was left with more than a moving truck's worth of bounty to carry into my new home.

So much stuff.

Yet I never felt the situation was as bad as it really was.

I suppose it was one of those times where I saw only what I wanted to see.

Fortunately, my children took responsibility for purging and storing anything that belonged to them. My daughter had no problem parting ways with her excessive loot. Only seconds of consideration was given to each item. Keep...donate...trash...all easy decisions for her.

My son?

The process wasn't so easy for him. I actually fear he has the makings of a true hoarder. What seemed like hours passed as he weighed the sentimental value of one thing after another. His "keep" pile kept growing...and growing...and growing. He finally went so far as to purchase a storage container to keep all the items he couldn't bear to let go of. Toys, stuffed animals, tools and random "stuff"...all had enough value to warrant saving.

In his defense, he is living in a one bedroom garage apartment leaving him with very little space for storage. So the storage container is a necessity. It's the keeping of so much stuff that gives me pause. I suppose I can't totally blame him for being the way he is. I was much the same in my younger days. You never know what you might need one day. Right? After moving all the crap around for a while, I finally learned to let go of LOTS of "things"...although this move has left me realizing I still have some learning to do. I'm sure his time will come. If not...well...all I can say is it is now his problem. Ha!

A few snags occurred with the move. Would you expect less? To summarize, a few days prior to closing, I was informed my new place would not be ready. I spent 5 days in a hotel with all my belongings sitting on a moving truck. This wasn't the only problem I experienced but nothing has been worthy of a breakdown of any sort. I'm just rolling with it as it comes.

As of tomorrow, I will have been in my new home a full week. All but a few boxes have been emptied and much of the decorating has been done. Work has been overly demanding lately and we have been celebrating birthdays (mine, my daughter's, a good friend's 50th) in marathon style. Very little time to tackle the job at hand. My plan is to be settled by the end of the week. I only took one day off work to move in or I would already proclaim the job done. I've been burning the candle at both ends trying to rid myself of the clutter of the moving boxes.

I can officially say I am exhausted!


Do you understand why the "M" word is no longer welcome in my vocabulary?

Really...I throw up in my mouth a little bit every time I even think of the word.

Such a gross thought...

but I cannot tell a lie...

Until next time...


  1. Congrats on finally getting moved into your new home! Hope you will share photos! Have a great week!

    1. Thanks Annette! I vividly remember following you as you moved to your new home. How long ago was that? Seems only yesterday...

      I will definitely share pics soon. Hope you have a great week too!

  2. As I prepare for the uncertainty of the "M" word certainly being in my future someday, I am chuckling at your witty account of it all. Chuckling, but scared to death that I too am a "H" word. Alas, I see value in EVERYTHING that I ever bought, even if it is broken. Most things can be repurposed, ya' know! I am happy for your new start...lighter load...and happiness, my friend!

    1. Kimmy, why does it not surprise me you would find value even in the broken? That's one of your many endearing qualities. Hope your move comes soon. And know I will be right here to lend a supportive shoulder while you are going through the moving madness.

  3. It's 8 years since we moved into our current home, after 15 years in our last, & I can still identify totally with the whole sorting/packing/unpacking process....the many trips to the dump & countless deposits to the charity shops!! I found it all very cathartic, but also exhausting!! I wish you every happiness in your new home...sit back & enjoy!! :D xx

    1. So I will still have nightmares of this process years from now? LOL! You are more than correct that the process is very cathartic. I only wish I had done it sooner. Hugs N Luv to you, dear Sandi!

  4. So excited about your move!!!! Glad you got them to purge!!


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