In the past 15 months, between Ken and me, and my parents, we’ve made four moves, one that involved a farm auction. Uprooting and moving house at any age is not for the faint of heart! But especially at our age! And most especially at my parents’ age. Add to that the fact that Ken and I had the bright idea (not!) to move in February in Kansas, from our small-town house into the “big” city. (If you live in New York or L.A. or Dallas, you’ll know why I put big in quotes when referring to Wichita, Kansas.)
Uprooting and moving house at any age is not for the faint of heart!
On top of that, long before we even contemplated moving, we had agreed to teach at two writers conferences that fell right in the middle of our move. In February, we closed on the new house, moved the important things—coffee and bagels. . .
. . .and flew off to teach at the Christian Writers Guild Conference in Colorado. Not an improvement over Kansas weather, but certainly a nice place to stay when both our homes were in chaos:
Then we flew back home where we packed up everything for the movers, only to have moving day dawn like this:
So we were “trapped” in a house that looked like this:
Until we could fly away for a quick (and blessed) escape to this at the Florida Christian Writers Conference:
It was March 5 before we could reschedule the movers, and by then we’d realized that in order to get our tall (and very important) bookcases into our new house, a large window would have to come out. Well worth it for the wonderful office my husband ended up with:
The dust had barely settled on our crazy move, when a few months later, we had to move my mom into assisted living. Then a few months after that, we moved her again into nursing care. Then, last month we helped my dad move into his new house near my mom. But not until after a huge auction:
All of these moves were needed and have ended up being very good things—blessings even—but oh, how I relish staying put for a while. And having the people I love stay put, too. I really would love it if there was only one more move in our lives…well, not counting the one our kids make for us when they move us into the home.
Have you made a move recently, or helped a loved one move? How does the chaos of a move mess with life as you know it? Aside from “don’t try to move in February in Kansas!” what suggestions do you have for making things easier for anyone contemplating a move in the near future?