Moving Is A Full Time Job

Three days into the month, I think I threw away at least some 20 lateral boxes of items. Unpacking boxes that moved with me from one place to another over the past 20 years yet never opened feels like opening time capsules. What a way to start the moving process.

Then there comes the wrong delivery schedule resulting in some of the furniture items sent back to the warehouses. So instead of my perfectly planned delivery to be accomplished within one nice afternoon, now the deliveries are spread all across the coming weeks. Well, I expected everything that can go wrong, will go wrong. I guess I secretly feel great when something actually went wrong because I anticipated that.

While being trapped at the new place to wait for delivery, I have learned that even though my fitness level has improved quite a lot over the past few months, we cannot fight time. The tiredness shows up the morning after I have a break from the heavy lifting work over the past few days.

Another thing learned from the experience – pace myself properly so that I will not hurt myself.

Isn’t this a kind of acceptance speech for knowing I am getting older?

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