The power went out three times during the flight from Detroit to Amsterdam. Everyone had settled in with movies or TV shows when suddenly all the screens went blank. A couple seconds later, all the overhead and tracking lights went off too. In the dark, hundreds of people sat silently for a good three minutes before someone official made an announcement saying yes, the power was out, and they were rebooting the media system.
It was a real testament to people’s patience and endurance…and also a hilariously scary picture of how useless we would all be in an emergency.
Halfway across the Atlantic, I hit the “What am I doing!?” part of moving. It’s such a strange feeling to realize you’ve decided to leave everyone and everything you’re familiar with and intentionally surround yourself with the unknown. Not only that, but I spent nine months fundraising and preparing to do this to myself! With all that forethought, it took actually flying for the panic to set in. Continue reading
Based on this blog, it should be obvious that I take entertainment very seriously. Ingesting stories is how I grow and/or stay alive. So when it comes to preparing to move to Greece, the majority of my planning has revolved around books and media.
The one problem? I have to pack a year’s worth of possessions into two suitcases and a backpack. While I would LIKE to take two suitcases full of books, even I know that is impractical. So I’ve improvised. Continue reading
One of my DTS friends recently decided that she and her husband are moving to England instead of staying in Texas. I freaked out, screaming, “Oh my gosh, that’s amazing! You’re going to live in England! That is such a cool opportunity! I’m so jealous!”
She stared at me for a moment. “Tricia. You’re moving to Greece.”
I gasped. “You’re right! I’m so cool!”
I was flabbergasted. I guess I’ve been so involved in the planning, and worrying about the fundraising (donate here!), and thinking very practically that I forgot: I’m moving to Greece. I’m going to live in Athens for a whole year! This is literally a bucket list experience (which I would prove with a picture of my bucket list notebook, but it is already packed for my move to Peoria), and I don’t think I’m appreciating it enough.
Luckily, I have friends like Michal, who share my love of traveling (read about our Puerto Rico vacation or our New Orleans weekend) and ask me, “What in Greece are you most excited about?” Well, here’s my top five. Continue reading
I’m a planner, so although I’m two months away from moving to Peoria from Dallas, I have already started thinking about packing. Which, and I know this might make me extremely weird, genuinely excites me. I love packing! I love moving! And I think it all comes down to simplicity.
The physical and psychological weight of clutter depresses me. I like to have a few things I love very much (my cat and my books), and the rest is cycled in and out of my life. It’s too easy to accumulate junk when you live in a full-sized house for year after year. The more you have, the less meaningful individual things are.
In addition to the relief of having less, there is something very cleansing about starting over. I love routine, but only to a point. Eventually I grow tired of these things always being in this place, and assuming that this item can only fit here. Moving into a new room in a new house offers a chance for creativity. You get to see your favorite possessions in a new light, because they’re featured in a new space. Old things feel new again.
Moving can be stressful. But there’s a reason I’ve lived in four places in the last five years. I love getting to de-clutter and start over!