on not moving

The best part about moving is when you get to open your boxes at the new place, discover all of your "things" again, and place them around the house.

The worst part about not moving is unpacking all the boxes you thought you were going to move and putting the "things" back where they used to be. It could be an opportunity to re-arrange, I suppose.

It's also a reminder about how worthless "things" are. I realized that I probably don't need to unpack most of my clothes. The dress pants and shirts I kept aside for the week of the move, plus the duffle bag of running clothes and a couple other things should keep me going until it gets cold. I'm down to two more books to read. Then I will have to unpack the books. Maybe that has the potential to be more Christmas-like. We're going to rearrange the living room again, so that might be nice. I am interested to see how much we actually unpack, and of that, how much we actually use.

I was leafing through a book yesterday that explained how people (maybe animals too, I didn't read that far) handle change. We handle it with our rational brain and our emotional brain. The rational brain understands it and deals with it. The emotional brain doesn't really like it and would rather things stay the same. This explains why moving is considered one of the most stressful things a person can do: uproot the safe, attachment-laden, home, and start over. So you would think it would be a relief to move, but not so. I think it was because we'd prepared ourselves emotionally, and then the rug got pulled out.

We'll probably end up moving next year, when things are more stable so we can back up any similar incidents involving third-parties and make sure we get what we want.