We packed and packed and packed and then moved about a mile. Which made us very happy because we love where we live. We’ve got a green acre with an ocean glimpse.
It’s exciting to move to a new (and bigger and better) house. But it is a lot of work. Your back hurts, your hands ache, your nails are a catastrophe, you are utterly exhausted. And just when you can breathe a sigh of relief that it’s finally over, then there is the un packing.
Moving certainly gives you a detailed perspective of each and e-v-e-r-y little thing you own—I have a LOT of clothes. And coats. And handbags. And, kitchen gear. And fabric. Moving house is the ultimate edit: possession poised over a box, you make the final decision: does it come or does it go? No, it doesn’t need to spark joy, it just needs to be loved and wanted.
Now that sparks joy.