Do you remember moving into your first apartment? Mine was a dark, tiny, one-bedroom in Springfield, Missouri – notable for its cheap rent and even cheaper-looking olive green shag carpeting on the walls as well as the floor. (Even for the 70’s this was mind-bendingly ugly.)
But it was my first post-college job and I was thrilled to be on my own.
Moving in those days was much easier.
- We had friends to haul stuff and we paid them in beer or cheap wine — not the price of a European vacation.
- I had more energy than possessions.
- An old orange crate made a perfectly acceptable coffee table.
Having just moved again for the umpteenth – and hopefully, last – time, I’ve noticed:
- It costs more to move across town than it used to cost moving across the country.
- I have way too much crap, even after endless trips to Goodwill.
- I have way less ability to carry said crap, especially up a flight of stairs.
- Young people don’t seem to accumulate china and crystal.
- The more stuff we have, the more storage we need.
- One TV used to be sufficient. Now we all have multiple TVs, each with complicated hookups and several remotes that have to be housed somewhere. Not to mention computers.
- Sunnier rooms reveal flaws and dings in furniture that used to look pretty decent.
- Change is good, even when it’s painful. And it’s better to share that pain.
- Rugs and wood floors look a lot better than shag carpet.
Thanks to Laura S. for suggesting this topic!