Okay, so first off, I’m not dead. Sorry to disappoint many of you. :) We were just moving up to a new apartment this week and the preparations kind of took up most of my time the past week. I was kinda stressed, so writing blog posts just didn’t seem to work out that week.
I hate moving. I think I pretty much always have, even though during my childhood we moved all the time. Part of my dislike comes from the fact that I take so long to make new friends. Being introverted and quiet doesn’t help when you are uprooted and taken to a new place every so often, especially after only a year or so in one spot. It makes me feel like I just barely got to know people and then I have to leave and start the whole painful outsider phase again.
The second problem is that moving carries a lot of baggage with it. It isn’t just about relocating to a new house; it’s about going to a new school or job, adjusting to a new ward with a different schedule and style, and even changing sleeping schedules. I’m not someone who wants everything to stay the same all the time, but changing that many things at once just bugs me. I go from something comfortable and familiar to something strange and often awkward.
I guess the biggest issue I have is my own fault, though. I never seem to have the knack for keeping up with people or places once I move away. It’s simply a talent that I have not mastered quite yet, and so each move is almost like a permanent loss of everything I built up in my original place. I hate losing all of that in one go, but it seems to happen every time.
Oh well, such is life. More about the move next time. Don’t worry, it probably won’t be as whiney and mopey as this post. See ya!