A couple of months ago, my parents moved from the lifestyle block they had owned for the last ten years. My parents had built the house and made it their own and the views were amazing! While I had already been living away from home for a year, I still found the move really difficult. This may have had something to do with the fact that I now live in another city and love having somewhere comfortable and familiar to come back to, but I never imagined I would be THIS attached to a place.
Moving has been listed as the third most stressful life event and even though I wasn’t hugely involved in the moving process, I actually did find it pretty stressful. I feel dramatic saying that, but it’s how I felt and I am sure I am not the only one. A blog I follow, Conscious Transitions, has a post about moving that I found particularly useful and made me feel like I wasn’t so dramatic after all. Sheryl writes, “Like every transition, there’s a practical element and an emotional piece. Moving, like the wedding or preparing for a baby’s arrival, certainly comes with a host of items that need to get done. But when we only focus on the practical elements to the exclusion of the emotional realm, we miss the real work that needs to be done and risk sending ourselves into emotional chaos”.
If you are moving house make sure you soak up every last minute, take lots of photos and allow yourself a little cry if you need it . I am so grateful for the time that we had on the lifestyle block. Making huts in the trees, trying to catch our pig so we could paint his toenails, paddling our feet in the water race, staring at the view. When I think about happy childhood memories, I don’t feel sad that they are over, I feel happy that I had those times and I am sure that at some stage in the not-too-distant future, this is how I will feel about my Easterbrook Road memories as well.