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Moving: Full Circle


Home is where the heart is. But what if you haven’t had a true “permanent” home your whole life? Your heart ends up being broken into little pieces; one piece left at each place I’ve lived. I used to hate that my family moved every 3 years or so. And it wasn’t just moving from one home to another, but it was moving from one city, one state and even one country to another. Every time we started packing, I remember day dreaming about being in a family that had a forever home- where My parents lived in the same house I was born in, grew up in, graduated high school in, got engaged in, brought their grandkids to and so on.

Then I became an adult and the first thing I did was move. I didn’t just move out of my parents home to somewhere nearby, I moved to the other side of the earth- thousands of miles away from my family. And now ten years, one country and two states later, I’m yet again about to make another move. This time it’s back to the place I always considered “home”- my birthplace and the only state I lived the largest chunk of my childhood in. And for the first time in ten years, I’ll be in the same vicinity as my sisters. And I’ll be with the man I call my life partner.

It almost feels like I’ve gone full circle. I don’t hate moving anymore- quite the opposite actually. But this move is significant in so many ways. There’s a lot of uncertainty and so much is unknown, but it’s balanced out by the love and proximity of my family and loved ones. I look forward to settling down, making new friends (which gets harder as we get older), and finding new hobbies and places to make mine. But a part of me is ready for this to be my last major move. I am ready to “settle” down in one place and then keep my love for movement limited to travel instead of actually moving my whole life again.


The Horror That is Housework


The last thing I want to do is go home and see the mountain of housework that needs to be done. I just don’t know how people do it. How they can work 40+ hours a week, come home, work from home, cook, clean, do laundry, clean again and still find time enjoy life.

I seriously need to get rich so I can farm these responsibilities out. Or find a house husband. I’d much rather come home and work some more to make the money that I would use to pay someone else can clean for me.

Yes, that is how much I loath household chores.

Fine. Laundry may not be terrible. Folding clothes is just tedious. Cooking is actually the only thing I enjoy.

Cleaning. That’s another story.

I’ve been known to throw away Tupperware and pots and pans to avoid washing them. Yes. Pots. Pans. Tupperware.

Then I learned quickly and started buying cheap Glad or Ziplock containers so I wouldn’t have to feel bad about throwing them away.

But now it just seems immature to throw stuff away because I just don’t want to clean it. So I just leave the extra nasty dishes until my boyfriend gets around to washing them.

Yes. That is how much I hate washing dishes. He finds it therapeutic. He can have all the dishes.

Let me not even begin describing how torturous it is to grocery shop. Even though I’m not the coupon queen, I will make sure to get the best deal for what I’m getting and that means taking the time to shop. Which ends up taking a few hours and a lot of energy.

By the end of my grocery shopping I’m way too worn out to cook or even want to put away the groceries. I become a lazy tired blob who wants to take a nap.

Such terrible first world problems. I don’t know how I will go on.