Moving one's home is considered one of the top ten stressors in someone's life, and I appear to be on a 4 year cycle of enduring this painful stressor...packing and unpacking again and again every fourty-eight months. And still I wonder, "Why do I have so much stuff? Where does it all come from?" My kids and I live within modest means by most standards but still manage to accumulate items that have no business being boxed and unboxed repeatedly when they are simply not used. Naturally, children go through dramatic phases, transitioning from toy horders to consumers of excessive amounts of almost immediately obsolete electronics and fashion. But what is my excuse at 46 years old? I look back at my mom and dad, brother and sister, nanna and pappa, and my aunt who collectively immigrated to the US from Australia in the 1960's, and they certainly did not move the mountains of belongings which so many of us seem to accumulate nowadays. So, although certainly one of the most stressful times in my life, moving has become an act of purging and renewal...a time to take restock of what is truly needed to be happy. Letting go of belongings that clutter your life can be a very liberating experience, much like losing weight. Ahhh, and there is another stressor in my life that appears to be on a 4 year cycle.
Found the hammer in the box marked kitchen utensils.
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