on moving

moving really is one of the worst experiences. leaving a familiar place is always a rough, remembering the good times you had there and so on. but even if you hated the place you used to live at, there is always the physical aspect of moving to bring you down as well. i do not know about you, but i tend to accumulate crap at an incredible pace, and packing all that stuff is an enormous task. a few years ago, i had decided to live a sparse lifestyle, trying to never own more than i could carry in my car at any time. as a result, i tended to buy lots of portable things (my decision to buy a cot for example). living life on the go like this has its ups and downs, but for the most part, it is pretty nice. having fewer things really does cut down on a lot of the headaches of living. also, the purchases you make tend to be a big deal, as i try to get things that cover several bases at once. but, like i said earlier this week, the problem is that you miss out on a lot of luxuries that you do not miss until they are gone, such as furniture.

actually, one luxury that i do make an exception for is books. i tried the whole electronic book thing, but there is something about having a book in your hands that makes them that much more enjoyable. unfortunately, books take up a whole lot of space, and moving them around is a difficult task. still having a mobile library in your trunk is pretty nice, even if it makes getting to your spare tire a pain.

but i guess in the end it is usually worth it. eventually things will settle down and boxes get unpacked and life goes on. you make new memories and fill the space you call home. but for now, moving still feels like compression and depression.