As a Naturopathic Physician, one of my favourite things to ask my patients to do when I need for them to quantify certain things, like stress levels or pain intensity, is to put it on a scale of 0 – 10, ten being the highest intensity. If I were to put ‘’Moving’’ on that scale, it would definitely be about a 0 for enjoyment. I think that packing up your life, moving large awkward pieces of furniture, twisting one’s body to contort around narrow staircases and sharp corners in order to squish your futon frame into your new home or discovering that the vinyl’s that belong to your husband that once brought you great joy are WAY too heavy to lift more than 25 at a time and thus making you (temporarily) curse the day Marvin Gaye was born (and the birth of disco, jazz, reggae…well, music, really) is about as enjoyable as violent diarrhea on a 10 hour bus ride in a third world country. It gives me the sweats. And not in a good way.
We have just moved into our new flat in East London. It’s a gorgeous flat, with high ceilings, steps away from adorable boutiques and vintage stores, organic markets and great Thai food, and with just enough council housing and gang-related violence to feel a little more ‘’Real’’ here in the east end. But the amount of time After moving in that passes before you are actually Formally Moved In still astounds me. And we are nowhere near Formally Moved In. You know how excited you get when you move into a space that has that extra room? The very room that you and your partner giggle with glee about when dreaming up all the possibilities it holds? Yah, you know that room – the ‘’it could be the office’’ or ‘’think about the number of guests we can finally have’’ or ‘’the hobby room’’ or ‘’music room’’ and all it ends up being for about a year after you’ve moved in is Storage? The “we don’t know what to do with this shit so let’s put it in here and deal with it later’’ room? It is almost as if having that extra room gives one permission to hold onto the stuff that is not needed anymore. In fact, that is probably the one thing about moving that I CAN appreciate – the downsizing and throwing stuff out/giving it to charity part of it. There is nothing more satisfying (at least to me) than filling garbage bags full of things that you no longer need and then donating them to Oxfam or any other local charity shop.
So, what can one do in order to deal with the torment of being in transition? I could get all metaphysical on you and say be in the moment, live in the now, let go of your worries, appreciate what is here – but NONE of those things are remotely possible for me if I’m covered in sweat and dust and surrounded by boxes. But what I CAN recommend is to give yourself a reward at the end of it in the form of an alcoholic beverage and a wholesome meal. And what better way to get yourself settled into a new home than to have a fridge full of wholesome, organic produce that is delivered straight to your front door!! Abel and Cole and Riverford Organics are just two of the many organics box delivery services there are available in and around London. There are also organics produce pick up schemes in many of the boroughs in London where everything is grown locally. Growing Communities in Hackney and Islington is one that is well organized and also has a farmer’s market in Stoke Newington on weekends. Eating a home cooked meal is probably one of the only ways I can feel some semblance of normalcy and routine when I’m in transition. Oh…and shoes.