I am well
aware of the well known adage that moving comes only after death and divorce as
a stress creator for most people. I also have plenty of experience of moving –
counting something like 25 moves in my lifetime without including temporary
ones or student moves. But this week I moved house, and as usual I was not
prepared for its trauma.
There are
many factors in this move that have made it relatively easy. We moved less than
a mile down the road. We have a two-week period with access to both the old and
the new places. I have no real work to distract me. We have a son who has
become both willing and able to help. We generally feel optimistic about the
move.
There have
been a few factors to make it a bit more difficult. We are reducing space – by
choice, because the kids will be leaving for college next month. The same
factor creates a bit of a fear of the upcoming empty nest, with the move making
this seem imminent. We have some challenges with pets. It is mid summer with
New York heat to handle. My wife is especially busy at her work.
These are
challenges indeed, but so minor compared with those facing many people when
they move. Our move is largely devoid of any shame or dread. We do not wake in
fear of a medical report, or a school counsellor’s call or bad news from a boss
or a creditor. There has not been any serious risk of temporary homelessness or
of scary bridging loans. When the inevitable costs arrive, we can cope. We have
not let ourselves or anyone else down.
Even so,
the whole experience has been rather horrible. As usual. And I have been
surprised just how horrible. Once again, as usual.
The whole
process starts of mildly enough. As a family, we talk about whether to move at
all and what we are looking for. It is a process with compromise and discovery
and bonding. Then the first stages with agents are also pleasant, with the
excitement of viewings and of rebalancing expectations and budgets with
reality.
But then
things head quickly downhill. Agents prove unreliable, and we end up giving up
time without achieving a viewing, then seeing places that are hopelessly
unsuitable or unavailable or with some hidden nasty surprise. Renting in New
York, this all happens in a hurry, because time is money and demand exceeds
supply and landlords value occupancy above everything. As a result there is a
period of about ten days that starts with giving notice to the current
landlord, involves frantic viewings and discussions and decisions and
negotiations, and finishes with the signing of a new lease. There is some
thrill to all this, but also fear and a sense of being mistreated and conspired
against and partially informed. Still, the family relationship can withstand
this bit, because of the adrenaline of the thrill of the chase.
There is a
growing market of no fee leases and trying to cut out the agent, which makes a
lot of sense given the fees they take for so little work and given information
power of the internet and standardisation of contracts. Still, you need courage
and patience to make this work, and I am pleased that we stuck with the
traditional approach this time.
The lease
is signed, huge cash is handed over, and our problems are just beginning. We
actually have to execute the move! Our movers were not too bad, but they have a
lot of power and are ready to use it. What am I supposed to do if they say an
item wasn’t on the list, or another isn’t packed well enough or if there isn’t
time to dismantle something or if they can’t wait to leave all the boxes in
random rooms and get away? It is one of those situations where we just have to
be clear and friendly, and hope for their goodwill.
Then, like
all projects, the last 5% is the hardest. We have to hack away at the pile of
boxes in the new place, while clearing away the remnants of the old. There are
specific causes of stress in all of this.
The first
challenge is different priorities in the family. I am keen to empty boxes and
create a liveable space, even if we end up moving things around again later. My
wife wants to take her time and get it right. I have little sentimentality
about holding onto things we probably won’t use again until the next move and
the one after that, but my wife finds it hard to throw anything away, and to be
fair often finds surprising uses for things later on. We try to stay civil, but
we are under pressure, with deadlines and penalties, so we argue more than
usual.
The second
challenge is sheer physical exhaustion. I admire people who do moves for a
living, their strength and stamina and smarts are amazing, but of course they
have tools and techniques. When I have to move anything, I finish aching,
bruised and deflated. The cumulative effect over a week or more of this is pain
and stiffness everywhere. This doesn’t help sleep, and I wake after too short a
sleep barely able to move.
Put these
challenges together, and it is clear why people say all those things about
moving. We are at our worst, and struggle to see an end to it. The good news is
that I’ve started to sleep properly again now and this morning I could get out
of bed in fewer manoeuvres than it took yesterday.
So what can
we learn from all of this? Many things. We always reveal facets or ourselves
when we are stressed.
First,
don’t move too often, and try not to have to be reminded every time how
horrible it is.
Linked to
this, have a moving mentality all the time. Before buying anything, think about
where it will be stored, not just in this house but the one after that. Have a
ritual that buying something new requires disposing of something old. And
spring clean parts of the house every few months, so that all the decisions
about selling or giving or chucking don’t have to happen all at once under
pressure.
Next, note
where your oases are. These are things that you reach for to comfort you when
you are stressed and that can relieve you. A long sit in the steam room did me
no end of good yesterday. Reading over a good cup of coffee. The reassuring rituals of a mass.
Linked to
this, find ways to celebrate things in your new place. The toilets flush
reliably, the hot water comes on immediately and the shower pressure is great.
The morning sun is a delight. Shorter walks to the subway and shops are
wonderful. Then remember to count these blessings even when the stress has
passed.
Most
important, note how you are feeling and behaving, and recognise that others may
feel like this all the time. I try to do the same when I am sick. So now I can
recall my aches when I visit the old folks and see their pain and frustration.
I can give a bit more of a pass to someone who might be rude to me or drive
recklessly; perhaps they are going through a move.
And I can
judge others a bit less. I am reading a book called “Evicted” by Matthew
Desmond. It is a depressing read, about families living on the margins of
society living in fear of being moved from home to home. These people have all
the stress I am feeling now, all the time, with dollops of dread and shame
added. I can imagine that migrants and refugees have similar challenges.
Society should be able to do better. And a good dose of moving medicine can
help to remind me of that.