Moving can be a real pain and though we have moved many times, it never gets easier. Part of the reason it’s hard for us is because we prefer to do it ourselves with the help of two of our sons and perhaps a couple of friends. What can I say – we’re too cheap to hire movers. But finally, after this move, the hubby and I have agreed that moving is too hard physically and if, God forbid, there is another move in our future, we’ll use a company that employs some young strong lads to cart our stuff around.
I must give you a little insight as to why we have moved so much lately. One of our retirement dreams, from years gone by, was to have a mobile home in Florida and a home, trailer, here in Ontario. To us this was the ideal, warm weather year round and one floor, not too large, to clean. So a couple of years after I retired and the hubby’s company closed its doors and laid him off, we sold our house and down-sized to a town house. Purging was next on the list (now that’s a real hardship)We stayed there for two years, did a few other things we wanted to do and relaxed. We next bought a mobile home in Florida. So far we were on the right track but….. The hubby decided it was silly to be paying big rent when we weren’t there so we gave notice and moved most of our belongings etcetera to a large storage unit. As part of the purge, we also sold a couple of appliances and some furniture and we donated things we knew we’d never use again. I regret selling some of our things but hey, it’s a chance to shop right?
It was great! Off we went to Florida for three months and we enjoyed every minute of our time there. In spite of a very low dollar exchange rate, we really had a good time. A little bit of shopping, some golf, visits with friends who came to our area for a week or two, it was perfect. There is a lot to be said for gardening in February. But we had to return to reality and we had no place to live. EEK! Panic was about to set in.
We purchased a trailer about forty kilometres from our previous home and it was just okay. The thing I missed the most was having my own things around me. My pictures, my good dishes, all the flotsam we have accumulated, were stuck in storage. And this unit is seasonal, meaning it closed on Thanksgiving. Again the push was on to find a place to live. Our little city seems to have a definite lack of rental units. We got lucky and happened to run into a friend who, upon hearing our tale of woe, said he would put a word in with his landlord as there just happened to be a unit coming available. Yay for us, the downside being this wouldn’t be available until the week before Christmas. Off to the mother-in-law’s place in Nova Scotia for six weeks but a whole lot happier. We had a plan! Yes she is ninety-one and still in her own home and she likes me and I, her so we are very compatible. It wasn’t a hardship to stay there and gave us a bit of a breather while we regrouped and planned our move.
Which brings us to the current time and place. A few piles of boxes that won’t be emptied before we leave for Florida. But the storage unit is empty and my favourite things are once again around me. And we’re staying put, we’re here for the long term because I am not moving again!