To move or not to move





If you have never moved house or country in your married life, then you are a lucky one!

We are an expat married couple, we do not live in our country of birth. We have had to move around a few times. Some moves were local and some moves intentional. It makes your relationship very interesting and exciting to move places!

There is so much to do before you get the moving company and get packing. You need to scout the new country , find a new house, sort through years of junk you have collected, and of course actually get rid of said junk.

Herein lies one of our major differences, my dear partner does not like to part with any items. We have moved boxes of "stuff" all over the world and we still have them in our home! What are they you make ask? I wish I could answer that! All I know is they have not been opened in at least 8 years.

At the beginning of my married life, (going back to my previous blog entry), I  was all about pleasing my partner. The first move came along when our first child was born and we needed more space. This was probably the easiest move we made.  For one, I just had a baby and  had no time to actually be involved in the move. For two,  we moved within the same building, I had no clue what my dear husband was moving upstairs in the dark of night!

Once we finally did inhabit this new apartment, and I realized "the stuff" had followed me, I was too sleep deprived to put up much of a fight and I was still in "pleasing your partner" phase. That was the first and last of our moves that did not involve long winded conversations, on how this move "the stuff" will not be shipped with us.

Here is what I have learned: If you do not want junk following you around world, you make sure that it never leaves its country of origin! Do not be deluded in thinking "the stuff" will be discarded once you have moved. 

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