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It’s Worse Than I Imagined

Posted by Viktoria Michaelis on January 25, 2016 in Personal |

Having had a very settled life, moving to Germany and then flitting from one apartment to another and now, nearly a month to the day, having moved again, I can say in all honesty that I do not want to have to pack up and move ever again. No matter what. The first times were relatively easy: most of what I needed came after I arrived, and I only needed to unpack and find places. Then, of course, make room for someone else to join me which, I admit, was a task of love rather than an onerous one. Moving a complete apartment for two people, though, is something else. I dread to imagine what it must be like for families with children!

It’s not as if we didn’t have enough time, but moving from what now seems to be a very small apartment into a much bigger living area, a complete house, is taxing to say the least. Especially when you want, as we did, to make the house your own home, and not a second-hand living area with all the remainders of the last occupants. That means not just moving stuff in and arranging it, but decorating beforehand; making your own mark above those of your predecessor.

Moving In

Photo Source: Anand BalasubramaniamCreative Commons

Officially we got the keys on 1 January, having had them officially in our hands much earlier because of the holidays. Fortunately we decided to keep the ‘old’ apartment for an extra month so that things wouldn’t be too rushed. And I do mean fortunately. So many things we wanted to do in the house, not all of which have been completed, which couldn’t be done when hundreds – well, not really hundreds, but when you’ve moved them all by hand, it seems that way – of moving cartons are littered in every single room, and not all of them in the right room either.

We are comfortable in our mess of packing case, though, and that’s what counts. Having redecorated many of the rooms, something I am not going to talk about even to a therapist, we can begin the long task of sorting and distributing. The books, I hasten to add, she will not be touching. Not that I do not want to, but because she said that is my private sphere, and she doesn’t want to have what she has sorted out being resorted again to my liking! Something that I can live with.

And perhaps, just perhaps, at the end of February we will be settled down. Then, our house will be a home, just the way we planned.

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