“Thanks god to a great moving service…” This is how I started the post this afternoon before I was left behind with 20 boxes…..
After a daylong having movers in the house (although most boxes where packed) I am exhausted and confused.
I did packed 40 boxes, there where two bikes, two chairs, some art work and kitchen stuff, glasses, pots and pans. Sooooo why do I still have 20 boxes??? I guess the person who estimated how much we can fit in a 200 cu.ft wooden create was a very optimistic person…
And what now??? I could draw a 20 feet height question mark which would reflect my current state of mind.
Lesson learned ?
Since days now it is raining and storming outside and inside. On one hand side this is good, so I can’t leave the house, on the other hand it is reflecting my mood.
Only two days left and the movers are coming to pick up our stuff. This means under normal circumstances I should fly through the house and throw all things in a box, BUT it’s not easy. With every little thing you have to think twice if you will still need it to the last minute or if you can let it go for the next two to three month, the time all the things will disappear in a box and travel around half the world…
The other storm is internal and related to all the organization things, like selling stuff over the internet. Thanks god for Craigslist and at the same time damn this service which has put us so much under pressure. Apparently Craiglist has a way to “ghost” postings – you post something but it never will show up… It would be a too time consuming to explain it but you can google it. Like in live things always choose to become a problem when you definitely don’t want to deal with it…10 days before leaving the country and being in the need of selling two cars, Craigslist has put us on the spot to waste hours figuring out how to solve this issue.
Finally we did figured it out and at the same time the weather decided to make it impossible to show the cars to anyone. Rain and storm and a pretty dark sky is not the kind of backdrop someone would like to choose to go out and check out a used car..
and this is how I feel today 🙂
When you have to pack boxes and you have to decide what to take with you and what to leave behind in order to minimize shipping cost you quickly learn a lesson about attachment and the meaning of mine.
I discovered that it is much easier to let go my husbands belongings then my stuff. I would ask him if he really want to ship that particular green coat (which I never really liked), or his collection of extra heavy yearbooks where you would have to spend hours of looking through them to discover him in a group photo only his head showing in the size of the my pinky finger fingernail.
Versus I was certain that it would be very important to pack most of my books I read once but moved them about four times during last years, or the sweater which hangs since years in the closet and tells me that I will dearly regret it tomorrow if I give it away today.
Inspired by a dharma talked I listened to I figured out that we care about things much more if we gave them our name and made them to a part of mine.
Heike’s book is much closer to me than Eric’s book, but for Eric it is reversed. Interesting is also that the attached grows with the time it belongs to us and the time we spend together with the thing. I wonder if we make the things to something human, that we create a relation to it as if this thing is our best friend or worse a the things are part of us and define who we are…
It takes some mind ticking to let the things go and tell yourself that the thing is just a thing. I practice this with our sofa, one of my most favorite places to be in our house. Perhaps it helped that the sofa is from Ikea and Ikea thankfully exists also in Swiss and Germany….But it is a practice and you really have to train the letting go.
A thought which heped me was the question of what was the thing and what was I befor the thing became mine? And what happes if the thing goes away, do I change then or does it make me less me of who I am?
how often did I hear this, “you just have to let go” and yet the practice and the experience can be so different, sometimes difficult and sometimes easy.
Letting go of an annoying coworker is difficult while you have to work on a daily basis with him or her, but letting go of the person once you have left the job is easy.
Letting go of people you love is different, it isn’t easy and it won’t become easier with time, or perhaps yes?
I think about all the great people I have met here during the last 6 1/2 years and the friendships which grew over time. I know that I will miss them, but I also know that I will somehow stay connected with the once close to my heard…
I think once you realize, that nothing is forever, even the loss of something or someone isn’t forever, it gets easier to let go. The experience teaches me that there are great people all over the world and by letting go of your friends, new ones will come and yet you can always stay connected, with all of them and if it is only in your spirit. We are all connected anyway..
So why did I choose this question to start my blog about our moving form one Continent to another?
It is kind of difficult to find a start to all these complex thoughts and emotions which have lead us to this point, to this day where I am packing boxes and sorting things out.
But in short and right here:
I think we are all in one way or the other an elephant and some of us choose to fly and the others just tell us, that elephants can’t fly….