I think by now my wife and I are nearly experts in moving. Our very first move was from Springfield, Missouri to Aberdeen, NC. It was a hairy 941 mile trip with a 26’ Uhaul truck, and two sedans. My mom was our second driver and I haphazardly drove the Uhaul over three days to our destination.
We have moved from Springfield, Mo >Aberdeen, NC > Southern Pines, NC > Apex, NC > Raleigh, NC > Augusta, GA > Raleigh, NC.
Throughout these moves we have lived in apartments, houses (one haunted), and even owned a home.
We have not paid for professional movers until our last move, which was a measly 2.9 miles. Because of the professional movers, it was our 2nd most expensive move of all time, but I don’t regret doing it.
I am thirty seven years old and willing to admit that sometimes, I need to allow others to do what I “think” I can do. It was a tough call, but after three moves in 13 months, I wanted to give my friends a break.
In a strange turn of events, we are back in one of the original places that we lived in through a series of fortunate events. I had a little bit of deja vu last night as I woke up to find the restroom, my brain kind of time warped to 14 months ago. I wish in many ways I could erase the past 14 months, but I have learned so much about myself through the process.
So, I guess I am moving again, but just in a different way than I originally thought.