Relocating is giving me one big panic attack.

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I just recently picked up and moved a few hours west to be with my now Fiance. Moving that time really threw me for a really bad loop. I almost didn't do it because the aspect of picking up and moving to a new city messed me up for a good long while. Thankfully, I eventually got adjusted to the new city and the move itself. It threw me off kilter for a long time but I adjusted. and adjusting was THE worst part.

Well, that was then and this is now. And now instead of moving 250 west, I'm moving 7 hours south to Pensacola Florida. I had a few panic attacks abouyt moving to a new city. Which was difficult since I had just NOW gotten used to this new city I moved to. And now that I just got used to this new city, I'm going to move again. Let me say up front that I WANT to move. I WANT to make this rek because I have always wanted to be near the ocean. It's been a lifelong dream and I am so glad that me and my fiance are taking this big leap to Pensacola. So I have been able to quell my dread and fear of moving again. My problem is with moving itself now. Actually moving all my fiance's stuff.

See, I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE moving. I hate physically packing up crap into an endless series of boxes, packing them up into the truck, driving down with the load and unpacking the crap into the new apartment. I RELIGOUSLY abide to a lifestyle where the LESS you have, the MORE you have. I RELIGOUSLY adhere to living a lifestyle with as little belongings as I can achieve. But my fiance has an addiction to collecting ...everything. Especially paper products, knicknacks and ceramic figurines. Our apartment is overflowing with reams of paper, folders, books and knicknacks. And I am having the absolute worst time going through all of it, sorting them and putting them where they all belong. And I'm having a real crisis over the whole matter. Because the very last thing on this Earth I want to do is to have to sort them all, pack them all up and get them all into an orderly fashion. I know I cannot ask her to abandon all the things my fiance belongs. But if it were up to me I would pack two suit cases and we'd both be on our merry ways. Free of packing, moving and having to take care of a mountain of crap.

What's worse is that we have to move almost everything into a storage building here in the town we live in now. That stuff will have to stay in storage for about a year or until we can find a permanent apartment. For a while we'll be living in a motor lodge until we save enough money to move into an apartment. Then at some point we'll have to take about three days off to drive back up here to get our worldly possessions and drive them back to Pensacola. Which, again, is a bother I would give anything to avoid.

I realize that I have reached a point where I am willing to give away almost all my worldly possessions just so that I will never have to move them again. A backpack and a couple of boxes I don't mind moving. But lugging 2 and a half tons of someone else's worldly possessions makes me realized I have turned a corner. I am willing to live literally with the clothes on my back.

I know. I know: I can hear you. If I love my fiance as much as I claim to then I would be happy to to move her to this town of our dreams. And I DO love her that much. I'm just having a real crisis. I'm literally willing to pack my suitcase and move. But my finace is such a drastically different story.

Oh good Lord, help me.

Moving is a big change, and change is horrible as it is, but you have to remember your doing this for a better life, and new life with your fiancee'.
I'm not looking forward to moving on either with my boyfriend, but its apart of life, and I know I'll probably be a wreck for awhile, but with the help of our partners, we can pull through it.

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My BF and I are dealing with something similiar right now.It's hard when one person is ready to be "done with it" and the other cant let go of their "stuff"...in our case,it's me.I am getting rid of some things but it is very,very hard.

Why is she not helping with this,already moved there?Can you call and ask her if there are things she wouldnt mind parting with?Especially paper products,which dont stand up well in storage and can end up getting "buggy" and infectiong a new apartment...semething to warn her about.I use to move every year or two and that helped a lot as it forced me to get rid of stuff,as I couldnt afford to store it or a moving truck...whatever didnt fit in a few loads f a pick-up,got donated to Goodwill.Would she consider this option?

Sorry you have to deal with this,especially on your own.It does suck,especially for someone with "executive dysfunction".

oh man i know that feeling. moving does suck not only because of change but also because i hate physical labor!

I never experienced moving to another town before or even moving out of the house that I have been in my entire life. I think relocating would really be a big change for me. I don't know if I can adjust that easily or even be able to do it successfully. I have lived in this house and area so long.

Seriously - I just can't take this crap any more. I can't stand moving.

We're going to have to pack up, move the stuff into storage, drive 7 hours down to Pensacola for a job interview and to search for other jobs as well. THEN drive 7 hours back up to where we live now. She then has to work out one more week for the job she has now. This is to get a good work reference from her present job which translates into a good reference for all the other store franchises across America too. (She works for Hardees.)

THEN drive BACK down to Pensacola to move into a hotel until we can find an apartment.

This is real seat-of-your-pants stuff. I'm going crazy but once it's all over with I'll be much, much happier.

I envy you, Redrocket.

I'm so jealous. I vehemently HATE the cold, dead, snows-eight-months-per-year hell of an economically depressed hellhole I live in. I would love more than anything to move to a real city where there are pathways to rollerblade on where deer don't run out of bushes and nearly crush me and chickens don't appear in the middle of the road. Or where there are school programs to help my aspie daughter so they don't just cram her into special education. Or where I don't have to drive an hour to see a doctor because the ones locally are complete quacks unfit to even play doctor with a toy medical kit.

Sorry...this is not about me, lol

Yes, when it finally comes time to move, I will have my anxieties about uprooting and going someplace new. I will try to focus on the positive points though, push out the anxious thoughts and just go for it. At least you're going someplace great. I do understand (and OMG packing/moving sucks), but hang in there. I think since you've done the moving thing once before, you'll know that you can and will adjust, and maybe that will speed the process along. Experience is an incredible confidence booster!

Good luck to you! You're going to be fine.

I love moving because when you reach your destination no one knows who you are so it gives you another chance to start over (as if that will do any good).. But its still a refreshing feeling at first. Also since no one knows you, you sort of blend in when you go shopping or whatever, as long as you dont try to start a conversation or something.

That's the thing my Fiance LOVES about moving, username88. She loves that no one knows her in a new town. It's like every time you move it's a new and fresh start. Which really is a bonus when moving. I visited my old hometown recently and they're always trying to get into your business there. They're always trying to find out all the dirt going on in your life. And when I moved away I wasn't fully aware how bad it really was until I went back to visit. When I went back, it was extremely annoying. I had gotten so used to privacy here in this new town that going back home just grated against me in a bad way. So going to a 2nd new city in 6 months gives me a serious chance of getting away to a place where I can make another new start. I must consider myself really lucky in this aspect.

Did I mention I hate moving?

Thank you for the kind words, siuan. I'm sorry to hear that you hate your hometown. I really wish I could take you and everyone else along with me. Everyone that wanted a new start and everyone who loves the beach. I used to live in a small town that had nothing. I mean nothing whatsoever. No programs for anything. I'm looking forward to moving into modern civilazation for a change.

I've moved 6 times in 4 years and heading up for number 7 very soon. I feel like - it's just too much. too much stimulation, getting to know new people - and not - acclimating - and not - feeling like a rolling stone, with no direction Home.

I completely understand how you feel jjstar. I'm real sad that there are other people like me who also feel that way. In my opinion, it's a terrible feeling that no place feels like home. That no place feels like a safe haven . I feel lost right now and it's a terrible feeling.

I am trying with every ounce of my energy to not have a big panic attack over moving again. Like with everything me and my fiance do, we have almost no money to move on and we have no time that we can afford to take. And maybe the worst part of it all is a frustration I have to keep burying just to get through the day. I can't ever just blow off the frustration either. It just compounding and building up. At this point, I am despertaely hoping that we do make it to Pensacola safely and that we have a successful life there. Because I want to pack a day's lunch, drive down to a pier and relax there until this frustration dissapates. At this point, I HAVE to have this.

As the days go by, more and more do I feel the pull to just live my life out of a suitcase. As long as I have my trusty 'ole laptop, my PSP, DS and some kind of internet access then I'm pretty much home where ever I go.

sigh.......