It’s over.

After months of sorting and packing, planning and scheduling, painting and cleaning, we’re done moving. We’re in our new house, unpacking boxes, trying to remember which cupboards we put things in, and hoping the young parents who bought our old house enjoy raising their kids there as much as we did. Mostly, we’re just happy the move is done.

But not quite.

During the months leading up to our move, I fell into a certain pattern of thinking. “Oh,” I thought when driving along the bumpy gravel road that leads to our old house, “the road to the new house will be so much nicer.” Or when I had to carry groceries from our unattached garage into the house. “It’ll be so much easier to carry groceries into the new house from our attached garage.” Or while struggling in the old house with the linen closet door that always sticks, saying to myself, “Life will be so much better in the new house where the doors don’t stick.”

And so on.

But after a few days in the new house I discovered it’s hard to go from sitting to standing on the bathroom’s very low toilet. There’s an icy spot outside the front door that’s mighty treacherous. And the closets that looked so big when they were empty, don’t hold nearly as much as the ones in the old house did. Moving, I discovered, did not solve all of life’s problems. How was I lured into believing it would?

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