No long post - just a quick poem break. Here's one I wrote about moving house...a few years ago. I'm not saying this is the final word on moving house or anything - it's just how I felt one day a while ago. Other days I feel much more positive...you know how I am (or you should do by now)...bloody awkward...
Changing the scenery
Every move will be the last one
Always beginning all over again
This time better, this time perfect
Saying that since I don't know when
Every time the process falters
Different place with different pain
Everything is changed and better
Everything is just the same
RF 2005
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I detest moving. I've had to do it 7 times since we got married and I refuse to go anywhere for a very long time now. The worst part was having other people traipsing through my home - I felt so violated! Being forced out while they were there and not being able to go back until they were gone was excruciating for me.
I like the excitement of unpacking familiar things and finding a new home for them, but yes, the whole process is gut-wrenching and as I happy as I am here, I always wonder would I be happier in another space, or another place where I could once more be anonymous.
Kat
Rachel, did you see my "plans" for us? (One day, perhaps.)
Yes Kat, I saw the plans. Sounds like you will be busy! I was at the folk club last night...thought of you and your visit to be!
I love moving house bizarrely (well as long as you don't have to do it too many times close together..we had 2 moves in 2 months a few years ago and that was a real pain).
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A good one. An interesting take on the old adage "wherever you go you take yourself with you"!
I like the "Song of Hiawatha" rhythm - it makes it almost creepy.
A very nice lyrical quality to this. I feel I could nearly sing it.
But then they'd make me move house again... :)
Thanks Dominic. Yes I think it was a doom-and-gloom day when I wrote it. We'd not long moved from a beautiful spot with a seaview to a more-or-less suburban street and I was sulking a bit. I got over it...and then under it...and then over it again...
But Ken's singing would cheer me up any day I'm sure!
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It's mostly a massive drag, moving house, especially when you live on the second floor and you have zillion records.
Then again, we recently moved from a pokey sh*t-hole into a lovely little house with stairs, a backyard, a cellar and everything, so that kind of upwardly mobile move I can handle. It's the downwardly mobile stuff that's a real problem ..
Out of the bedsit at last, young man!
I know what you mean. When I moved from the small, cold, dangerous-fire-risk barely-a-flat in Armley to a little house ('with stairs') in glamorous Batley I felt like I had won the pools. We had a garden! And neighbours who didn't really need putting down! And a cellar (watch out for those...can get very damp!).
Happy new home, Smithy.
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Yes, I am finally living in the manner of an adult at the age of 43. Hurrah!
I have a comment about esperanto on my blog (in response to the last post), might need your help here Foxy ..
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I know nothing about esperanto - sorry. It never really grabbed my attention. I like messy languages that people bend and twist (and I pretty much like all the ones I've studied...in very different ways). Even if someone could enforce the study of esperanto on people...it would end up getting twisted into lots of varieties anyway I think and so we would just be back where we started. For now English has turned into the 'common' language for a lot of different nationalities...it might not last (what next - Chinese?) but for now English it is. Whether people like it or not...
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Very true that poem, Rachel. My mother always used to say that you have to remember that when you move you take yourself with you - that maybe the restlessness is inside you. I always remember that when I move - I have had quite a few moves in my life.
Having read some of your posts, Weaver, I know you have a lot of interesting stories to tell!
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I'm the exception to the rule, I guess. Born and raised in the same town, we only moved twice for more bedroom space when the sister and brother came along. Even hubby and I have only lived in 2 houses. As we moved into this one, my dream home, the realtor was going on and on about how she'd love to help us if we moved again. I smiled politely and told her my next move would be to the graveyard because I WAS NOT doing this again. :)
Hubby's family was military; think he counted going to 10 schools in 12 years. Most of my friends were military and I use to wonder what I was missing when they moved and I didn't. A friend once told me she was glad we were civilians because, "No matter where we go, I always know where to find you."
That was somewhat comforting. :)
Having seen photos of where you live I'm not surprised you don't want to move. It looks beautiful.
Must be nice to be stable...
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Yes moving is fraught with loads of heartache, especially if you liked the place you were in, but you usually don't like it that much when you are there... heh.
Hope you're looking forward to spring springing, we're starting to feel it here...
Yes a couple of warm days make all the difference. All is not lost.
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We've moved 5 times, twice traumatically, but each time the sentiments have been pretty much as you have penned them. Congrats.
Thanks Dave. Yes, I'm big on sentiment (now there's a word with a lot of different, but related, meanings)!
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