My family and I just moved out of our home of almost seven years. We’ve been in the new place for about a week. I just found my can opener this evening and I wanted to do a dance. We still haven’t found the screws that are necessary to put our kitchen table together, so we’ve been eating on our very large outdoor table that we pulled from the garage. It looks lovely.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the new place. It has the huge, private yard that we wanted for the kids and the extra space that we craved. There is even a cute little bunny that we see now and again running through the grass. But, moving is hard. Everything we own is in a box and I’m slowly unpacking. I’m not sure my two-year old understands that we are staying here. It is a transition for all of us. It is slowly starting to feel like our place, but it is going to take time.
I guess I didn’t really realize how emotionally attached I was to our old house. It was the home where I labored with each child for hours upon hours before heading to the hospital. It was the house where my kids both learned to walk. It’s the only home my kids have ever known. It was sad when we walked out the door for the last time and the empty space echoed.
I missed the old house the first few days we were in the new one. What is ironic is that when we lived there, I would complain about certain things that I now have conveniently forgotten about; the kitchen cabinets were too narrow, the floors were scratched, and the yard felt constricting. Rather than celebrate all the great things we were gaining in the new place, I was dwelling on missing our previous house. And complaining about things I didn’t like about the house we were moving into. That, however, was not productive or positive. I was crabby and snippy and overwhelmed. The kids could sense that I wasn’t happy and they would feed off of my negative energy. It had to stop.
Creating a home really just requires a little elbow grease, a sense of humor, and an open mind. I know that I play a huge role in how we all adjust to this new place. We only get back what we give, right? So, I have pledged to focus on the good and to be grateful for the opportunity to live in this great house. Getting settled has to be done one box at a time. Yes, it might be tedious, but it’s not impossible.
What are transitions that your family has experienced? How did you make it as smooth as possible?