Moving and Relationships

This is the A-M-A-Z-I-N-G view of the Snake River while standing in my sisters front yard.  No zoom lens was used, she really lived that close.  I say lived because she moved yesterday.  As Summer and Chad move this weekend too, we are now the only siblings left in town.  It's kind of heartbreaking, in fact.  We moved here because some of our family (more specifically siblings, as we have tons of extended family near) was here and slowly they've all left.  Chelsea moved first, followed by Kandi, and now Summer and Chad.  We are so happy for each of them and wish we could follow to new places but for now our place is here.

That's not what I want to write about today, however.
I've moved 17 times in 25 years.  This does not include the countless times I've helped someone else move.  In fact, in the last two years, we've helped Chelsea move into a new apartment and then shortly after pack up and move to Utah.  We've helped Kandi move twice in the last six months, once into her new house and six months later to go closer to home for a new job.  We've also packed half of our house in hopes of moving into a new apartment only to realize it wasn't a good time after all and then commence unpacking again.  I feel I have a little experience on the subject then and have learned one very important thing.

You must absolutely LOVE the person you are moving with because moving bites.  It's terrible.  It's stressful.  It can get downright ugly.

Men hoard junk, the women say.
Women have to much crap, the men say.
Boxes are packed neatly at first.  Organized and gone through.
Then crunch time hits and boxes are packed haphazardly, wasting space, and even left untaped.
Packing the truck angers most.
This box should go here.
No it makes more sense here.
Well if you didn't have so much crap...
Ahhh, you should have taped this box now we have to pick everything up and repack it. 

It's a wonder anyone ever makes it through moving actually. 

I wonder why I want a new place so badly.  I think of moving and I just cringe.  We talk about de-cluttering and ridding ourselves of all the excess.  But lets be honest, that's just throwing money spent out the window.  It's far easier to learn to not spend the money.  It's far easier to not have to move.

Either way, there is no other person in this world that I would rather move with than Shane.  I guess that means I absolutely love him because I keep considering moving. (Like there was any doubt :))