In the last week, I moved three times. I moved my old girlfriend’s things an hour east of where I lived. I moved my things an hour west of where I lived. And then, I moved my son 25 minutes north of where he lived. Whew, I am exhausted.
Moving, even if it is to have a new adventure and a better life, is still stressful. If you are moving into a home already inhabited, I think it is more difficult for the current resident. You are disrupting their routine. They were comfortable. Everything was settled for them. Whether you mean it or not, you are an intruder, even a welcomed one. The transition will cause lots of inconveniences, anxiousness, hope and joys. I am looking forward to this new adventure, a return to family. This is a time to establish new routines, new traditions, and the testing of the proverbial waters of what is acceptable, allowable and preferable. The person moving in doesn’t have it easy, but their routine is basically completely gone, so there is an expectation of learning new things.
Idiosyncrasy is defined as an individualizing quality or characteristic of a person or group. So, one must learn to accept, appreciate and even tolerate idiosyncrasies in others and others have to learn to do the same with yours. I am also a little anxious the new idiosyncrasies this new adventure will bring out in the parties involved. No one really knows someone else until they live with them. This transition is the toughest of all in my opinion. Even with children, what seems normal to you, because you are accustomed to it, can really puzzle an outsider looking in. But,what if that outsider is moving in?
I am most anxious about learning this new area. Where are the stores? Where are the hospitals? Where are the restaurants? Where is anything at all? There are new traffic patterns to learn. Where does this go? How did I end up here?
I am hoping to return to updating this blog every 7 to 10 days. Thank you all for your patience.