Moving On Up (or, really, just east a bit)

I’ve dropped hints. I’ve insinuated. But now, I’ll come right out and say it: We’re moving. Again.


Apparently, this is a thing we like to do every few years. You know, to keep things fresh. And to test the limits of my sanity.

We’re not leaving Atlanta. (My love for Atlanta is welldocumented. Like, real well.) We’re just moving about 2 miles down the road–from Grant Park to East Atlanta. (Moving just down the street from our current home is also something we really like to do. In Florida, we moved a quarter mile down the road once.) But, look, what I’ve come to understand is that place matters. And, sometimes, you’ve just got to make a move to a place that really fits who you are.

Since I’ve unwittingly become a seasoned mover, I’ve created this handy 5 Step Guide to Surviving a Move:

  1. Give everything away. I mean, keep your family members. And your dog (if you have one. But for God’s sake, don’t go out and get a dog. They’re hella messy.) But seriously, if you haven’t used it in a year, toss it. It’s messing up your chi (or something). Living in clutter is not living your best life. And, if you can put it in storage (or in the garage or basement or attic… wherever) for months or years, do you need it? Let me answer that for you: no, you do not.
  2. Bribe your kid to get rid of stuff. Look, I don’t usually support this kind of behavior, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Kids are like little, tiny hoarders. They develop sentimental attachment to broken pencils and scraps of paper. Ship your kid off to a friend’s house, throw away anything that might escape their attention while they’re gone, then bribe them to get rid of stuff you’re sure they’ll notice if you pitch. I’m talking cash money here, people. Pay up and get that stuff out of your house.
  3. Mentally prepare yourself to face the dirt. Unless you are a self-avowed compulsive cleaner, you have no idea how dirty your house is. If you did, you wouldn’t be able to live there. Dirt is lurking everywhere. Put on your adulting panties, throw soap & water in a bucket and start scrubbing. “Getting ready to show the house” is a whole separate category of clean, like next-level clean. Usually, my family lives in “clean enough.” And I’ve got no trouble admitting it. But now, my baseboards sparkle. For real. Will it be like this after we move? Hell, no. It’s too much work. But for now, we’ve got sparkle…
  4. Label boxes clearly. This is going to be super-important when your kid is freaking out because they can’t find their Piximonkuncle Kerflauflehead. You aren’t even going to know what that IS, much less where you put it. Especially if your kid had so much junk in their room that you filled up 5 full-size moving boxes with just their stuff. (No, I’m not bitter. Not at all) And, no, labeling boxes “Random Shit from Jane’s Room” isn’t going to help. Especially if your kid isn’t even named Jane.
  5. Pray for serenity. You’re going to need it. giphy

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  1. Love this. Very good advice here 😉 We moved last year, from rental to our own home. As the crow flies we are literally 500 yards from our old house! Your comment about clutter is spot on. Good luck!

    1. Thanks! We’re gonna need it! I just keep reminding myself that one day, this will be just a blip on the radar… and we’ll laugh about, well, something about this…

  2. Number 2 is especially funny to me. As a kid (and even as an adult…) I’ve never been terribly sentimental, so it was really easy for my mom to get rid of my old stuff. Of course now, at 31, I wish I’d been a bit more sentimental. Most of my friends kept notes and other keepsakes from our High School days, but I didn’t. 🙁

    Great post! 🙂

    1. Oh my goodness, my parents keep giving me BOXES of stuff from my childhood. And the thing is, I enjoy looking through it… but I don’t really want to keep it. I’ve pared down most of what my mom saved to one of those big Tupperware storage bins. I just stash it somewhere in the house & look at it when I move… (which apparently is every 2 years)

  3. We’ve been living here for thirteen years and as much as I’d like to move, my husband is a packrat, and the amount of stuff we have is a little overwhelming! I keep trying to get him to throw things away (like utility bills from five years ago) but it’s like pulling teeth, god love him.

    1. That was 100% my husband when I met him. It’s better now… We started small, throwing away things that I could rationally argue were just junk. And even then, he really couldn’t watch me physically move it to the trash or give away pile. Now, it’s a lot better–probably because we don’t really have closets and/or storage to shove random items in. But sometimes he’ll still hand me an object and say, “I need this to go away. And I don’t want to know what you do with it.” It’s like I’m 007, and he’s ordering a hit.

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