I am now technically homeless. Let me explain, yesterday everything was completed on the sale of my family home and we don’t have a property to move into until the middle of April so we’re now staying with family friends till then.
This whole moving house thing has been a bit chaotic and (for my mum at least) pretty stressful. The only time I have moved house before (not counting the four years I was at University so it was just a portion of my stuff moving each year) was when my parents split up when I was nine. When we moved into our new home (the one we’ve now just left) we just had all of mums belongings, my belongings and bedroom furniture, and a dining table, chairs and matching cabinet we got off a family friend. So we basically moved in with a small van.
Obviously I can’t really remember packing up my stuff and all the hassle that comes with moving house because I was only nine years old. This time, it was well and truly my crash course in moving house. You never really realise how much stuff you have and how little of it you regularly use until you’re moving house, and especially if you’re downsizing. Fun fact: we are moving out of a four-bed house to a two-bed flat so we were being ruthless when it came to our stuff. Mum got rid of so much furniture to friends or charity shops and we went through all our clothes and belonging and there probably was at least ten trips with a car load of stuff down to our local charity shop. Then there was the five or more trips to the rubbish tip to get rid of stuff that wasn’t good enough for the charity shop or was just plain broken.
It took weeks to pack up our house, packing up the stuff in the kitchen alone to me and my grandmother over five hours! When it came to my things, I had six large boxes for my books and ten smaller boxes for my film collection, and then maybe five boxes for the other general stuff that was in my room.
One thing I discovered when I was packing up the house was that I strangely liked packing up boxes, it was like a game of Tetris trying to fit everything in, especially if there was stuff that was an awkward shape. Another thing I realised was packing and lifting heavy boxes was not good for my hypermobile joints – I spent many evenings lying on the floor trying to stretch my back out and doing my various exercises for my joints.
Hopefully it will take less time and effort to unpack everything in our new home when we get there next month. I’m looking forward to seeing where everything goes (there’s an alcove bit in the living room and I want to turn it into a kind of library for all my books and films) and making it a new home. At least doing a move like this when I’m 24 means that whenever I finally move out of the family home to a place of my on or to share with friends or a partner, I should have less stuff to pack up and take with me.