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Moving on Saturday; getting sad

In the last couple of months, my parents sold their house and moved into a retirement community. They had owned the house since 1970, and I lived there from 1970 through 1982 (age 9-21). It's a nice, big house (former shoe factory built during the Civil War) and sits on a half acre of land backing up on acres of conservation land. Not only was it terribly depressing having to give up the family house, but it was a nightmare packing up and moving everything; a lot of stuff accumulates in 39 years. :rommie:

For some reason this makes me very sad. :(
I mean, good for your parents to be open enough to move to a retirement community and not forcefully stay in their house until they fall down the stairs, but ... I don't know. Giving something that beautiful up really hits home, somehow.
Tell me about it. I was not happy. Not only is it a great place, but I have lots of great memories from my youth associated with it. And I'm not someone who really moves on easily....

My grandparents finally gave up their house in 2006. They had moved in when my mother was 7, so since 1953. Talk about a packing nightmare. Fortunately it was a small house, so it only took them about 3 months to sort through the stuff. :lol:
This was a a huge, three-story house with a large basement and garage-- and stuff had been accumulating for 39 years. We were there moving stuff out until literally the night before the new people moved in. :wtf:

Anyway, moving sucks. I have a lot of stuff, and a lot of books, and everyone I know has vowed never to help me move again. That's about 90% of why I've live in the same apartment 9 years later. Next time, I'm biting the bullet and hiring movers. :vulcan:
That's me, too. I have stacks of books everywhere, and I've been in this place for twenty years. I want to move once more when I buy a house and then just stay put until I die, or ascend into the Singularity, or however it turns out. :rommie:
 
Moving is a bitch. I did it twice in the past year. I hated all the packing, unpacking and sorting all my junk. (And just cuz I'm a single guy doesn't mean I have fewer belongings). Good luck, Rojo. I will miss you.
 
Not only was it terribly depressing having to give up the family house, but it was a nightmare packing up and moving everything; a lot of stuff accumulates in 39 years. :rommie:

Don't be telling me this....:rommie:

When my grandmother (who is 92) eventually passes, it's going to be interesting going through the house. She (and my grandad who passed in 2001) are the home's original owners. They moved in in 1947.

And that's not mentioning the barn, the garage, or either of the other two outbuildings...
 
Yeah, I am actually planning on throwing a lot of stuff away. There is crap in here that I haven't used in years.

I'm moving in a few months and just went through my closet and threw about two big bags of crap. Don't ever remember what it was now.
 
Not only was it terribly depressing having to give up the family house, but it was a nightmare packing up and moving everything; a lot of stuff accumulates in 39 years. :rommie:

Don't be telling me this....:rommie:

When my grandmother (who is 92) eventually passes, it's going to be interesting going through the house. She (and my grandad who passed in 2001) are the home's original owners. They moved in in 1947.

And that's not mentioning the barn, the garage, or either of the other two outbuildings...
You'll probably come across some great stuff, though. My mother's mother (who lived in the house that was just sold until she died) never threw anything anyway. We came across some amazing things when we went through her stuff. Turns out Nana was quite the Flapper back in the day. :cool:
 
I'm moving in a week (or at least starting to). It's going to be a long trip, from the west coast to the east coast.

Good luck on your move (and new job).
Good luck to you as well. I can't even fathom moving across the country. I'm more or less moving back to where I grew up (give or take 10 miles or so).

I'm pretty much expecting my new job to suck balls. That way I hope I'll be pleasantly surprised when it doesn't.

Thanks. I actually just moved last August (from my college place back in with the parental units), so packing won't be a pain. I could probably leave in two hours from now if I really wanted to since most of my stuff is still in boxes and I have paired down all of my useless possessions.
 
It's making it so hard to get anything done. I want to throw stuff away, but the dumpster is 3 stories and half a parking lot away. Not to mention all the doors I have to open between here and there!
 
Whatever it is, I wish it was right outside my window so I could just chuck stuff into it.
 
If I wasn't moving in about 18 hours, I might take the time to do that.



Edit: It's also been raining for the last 2 days. Very hard to motivate myself to do anything when it's so depressing outside.
 
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good luck with your move! I know moving can be such a pain in the ass and the neck! When we moved up north in 1996, I never thought we'd EVER get all of our stuff out of our old house into our newer house. Plus about five days before we moved, I had gotten my wisdom teeth taken out so I was a bit sore and couldn't help with the move that much. Kinda sad. :( I didn't have a bed for about four days and had to sleep on a sleeping bag. We had to go get a brand new mattress for both my bed and Mom's bed. I was SO thankful to have my newer mattress when I got it and I really appreciated it more.
Two things I wished Dad had done though before we moved in: had the house inspected for anything wrong and going on ahead and fixing any problems BEFORE the move took place, and had the brick at the front replaced cause now the carpet in the dining room is molding to the point of it almost falling apart. :( It's not good when you're embarrassed to even have company come over.
 
Some of these thread got me thinking about my maternal grandmother's house in Cincinnati. Mom grew up in that little house. Grandma has been living there since 1955. At one point, nine people lived under the same roof. For the past 20-22 years, she has been living all by herself. She's slipping away slowly but I sometimes wonder about what it'd be like when either she passes on in that house or the aunts finally moves her out of that house. Grandma doesn't really like saving stuff, but I'm telling you, there are things in the basement that hadn't seen the light of the day in 50 years.
 
I just went to visit the Godbabies one last time before I leave town. For the first time ever they both cried for me to pick them up and started balling when I had to leave. It was so sweet, but now I'm sad again.

And my apartment is still nowhere near packed. Looks like it's gonna be an all-nighter for me (which really sucks because I could very easily go to bed right now!).
 
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