I'm moving to France. That's kinda weird for me to say. Not the France part, but the moving part. I don't see a year trip as moving, but I guess if you're going somewhere to live for a year, then technically you're moving there. I met a guy who said he lived in the Philippines and when I asked him for how long he said 3 weeks. I guess it's all a matter of perspective. For me a year is more like a trip than a move. But if you don't have a house somewhere else that you're going back to when you're done, then you're moving! So yeah, I'm moving to France. In 5 days.
I think I've gotten pretty good at this moving thing. By my accounts I've moved about 6 times in the past 10 years. I've gotten pretty good at it. Some people say moving is one of the most stressful things a person can do. It's right up there with public speaking or quitting a job. But this all feels sort of natural to me now. I've got 13 or so boxes in the basement, some are to be donated, some are to be sold, some are to be stored and some are coming with me. The ones being stored and taken are too large and the ones being donated and sold are too small. I've got 5 days to try to even out the boxes. It is just absolutely amazing how much stuff a person can accumulate in such a short period of time. During this trip back we were on such a tight budget, we didn't buy hardly anything, yet there is a basement full of crap that would prove otherwise. I know I should just get rid of 99% of it. I'll save it and then a year (or more?) from now look through it and realize it's all crap and give it away. If only I could see that now and give it away now.
On the surface it might seem like I'm completely under-prepared for someone moving to a new country in 5 days. I'm still driving my car, nothing is packed and I have a ton of paperwork to take care of. But it all works out in the end somehow. I'm in my element.
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