I am coming up on my anniversary of my last move and I still have boxes EVERYWHERE! Since May 2015 I have moved 3 times:
1. Out of the matrimonial house we'd lived in for 13 years to a house an hour away with the ex promising, promising, failing to come help. With one starting high school, one starting Uni and a third child sulking about the entire disruption of his life. (Me too, kid)
2. After a job fell through, depressed, six months later, and
3. Seven months later with still no job and a brand new diagnosis of multiple sclerosis, but finally a crappy place to call my own so that I could sleep at night instead of lying awake worrying about my settlement seeping away into rent money snd the four of us ending up destitute.
Erm. All of which was a very roundabout way if saying that Moving Box Trauma is familiar to me and good luck with it all! And Congratulations on your freedom from School Districts!
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1. Out of the matrimonial house we'd lived in for 13 years to a house an hour away with the ex promising, promising, failing to come help. With one starting high school, one starting Uni and a third child sulking about the entire disruption of his life. (Me too, kid)
2. After a job fell through, depressed, six months later, and
3. Seven months later with still no job and a brand new diagnosis of multiple sclerosis, but finally a crappy place to call my own so that I could sleep at night instead of lying awake worrying about my settlement seeping away into rent money snd the four of us ending up destitute.
Erm. All of which was a very roundabout way if saying that Moving Box Trauma is familiar to me and good luck with it all! And Congratulations on your freedom from School Districts!