Let’s face it: Life’s not easy. But the way I see it, everything is accompanied by perks of some sort.
Take a marriage, for instance. It’s hard work. But in the end, you get unconditional love and acceptance from the person who’s seen that weird way you chew your mashed potatoes after company leaves. Most people would be weirded out, but somehow you remain the apple of her eye… some things will forever remain a mystery.
A set of perks that I find truly amazing are those that come with moving. I’m blown away that something good could come of taking your daily life, parsing it up into 100 piles, putting those piles into boxes, and then trucking it all miles down the road to be unpacked and unparsed. And yet the perks exist. Let’s examine them…
Perk # 1: One man’s junk is…
…let’s just be real- it’s still junk regardless. That said, I stumbled upon quite a bit of my own junk that I thought had been disposed of years ago. I’m not sure how I’ve made it this long without you, headlamp that appears useful for spelunking, but I’m sure glad I found you again.
Perk # 2: Pretending to be a tractor trailer truck driver
During this move, I had the privilege of pretending to be the villain truck driver from the movie Joy Ride. I know that’s creepy, but it was hard not to make calls on my pretend CB radio as I cruised down the interstate in my 20-foot U-Haul. This perk also came along with a lot of beef jerky and a Mountain Dew bottle bathroom. Granted, it was only a 70-mile drive so I probably could have held it, but it completed the whole scenario.
Perk # 3: One more excuse to throw a party
First there’s the moving party, where everyone abandons their low-carb South Beach diets to indulge in pizza, Doritos, and Little Debbies. Next is the house-warming party (more food), followed by the meet-the-neighbors party (even more food, hopefully bustin’ out the grill for this one). There’s a recurring theme here, namely that I will have gained 20 pounds when all is said and done.
Perk # 4: You find out who your friends are
Yes, you are correct, I just quoted a country song. And you loved it, so stop hatin’. I wish there was a good way to thank everyone who helped us out during our recent move without leaving someone out, so let me just say a huge thanks to everyone who made me and Brooke feel tremendously loved and thankful for our awesome family and friends! My parents, who let us stay with them (cats and all) while we waited on our new place to be ready. My Father-in-law, who drove all the way from Farm-vegas to pick up the stuff we couldn’t fit in the moving truck. Our crazy Pastor and new church family, who met us at 10pm to unload our moving truck at our storage unit. Our crazy church family again, who moved us once more the following week into our house.
So even though I wouldn’t recommend going out and renting a moving truck tomorrow just for the heck of it, I will say that in the midst of picking up and starting anew somewhere completely different, we have been incredibly blessed to be the recipients of an awesome amount of love and support. Words can’t describe how awesome that has been (though Tracy Lawrence’s song does come pretty close).
On a scale of 1-10, 1 being “I’m never moving again, even if it means I live on the street the rest of my life and eat orange Jello!” and 10 being “Moving is the best! My goal in life is to live in all 50 states + Puerto Rico!” how would you rate your feelings towards having to move?