Okay this is pretty much a first world problem. I’m sure there are lots of families in the world – even the Western first world – who would love to add ‘packing and unpacking stress’ to their list of problems.
But it IS stressful moving. I know that they say it’s one of the most stressful things you can do, but I’ve never quite believed it. When you’re single then moving is par for the course in London. You move every few years – into flat shares, out of flatshares, shove your clothes into black bin liners, book in the professional cleaner and move on.
But when you have your family it feels like you are uprooting your very existence. It doesn’t help that we moved into yet another rental. I always feel that the move wouldn’t be so bad if I knew that this time I was moving somewhere permanently.
But at least we’re on an adventure. I am proud that we moved onto a houseboat. A small victory, but it is one of my dreams and one of those things that we will look back on as a big tick off the to do list.
To be honest, I may be swayed by the glorious boat-friendly weather we’ve been having, but despite the stress I am already smitten by the boat bug. I love being afloat, proximity to nature, but still near enough to civilisation to hear the hum of vans going over Kew Bridge.
To me that’s the perfect balance between peace and noise, solitude & civilisation. What do you think?