Everyone says moving is so stressful.
And yeah, you have to find somewhere new to live (we’re still looking), pack up all your stuff, spend an entire day yelling at movers who force you to buy 60 jumbo rolls of bubble wrap to protect your belongings, unpack all that stuff again and then try to find a new liquor store, nail salon and friends – all before sundown and the start of an emotional breakdown.
But still, everyone ignores the upside of moving.
You finally get to uncover all the crap you’ve lost in your very own home.
Personally, I’ve been searching for the letter “P” from Dylan’s alphabet puzzle for a good two years. And a search and rescue mission continues to this day for a missing princess puzzle piece. And a Barbie doll leg is also floating around here somewhere.
But even with the obvious plus of reuniting Barbie with her leg, I’m still a little nervous about this moving thing.
I mean, all that quiet and solitude outside the city. No rowdy bachelorette parties at the bar across the street to lull me to sleep. No more honking cabbies and car alarms and dump trucks groaning by in the middle of the night.
No more predictable, slightly uncomfortable small talk with my doorman as I go in and out of the building with my stroller all day. And even though I ran out of fresh ways to say, “Hi Joe. How’s it going?” long ago, it’s still nice to know he’s there.
I hear in the burbs, people actually open their own doors. All by themselves.
It’s going to be quiet. And different. And strange.
Maybe I should bring my doorman with me.
mama bird notes:
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