How Moving Made Me A Better Person

Capitol Hill neighborhood street, Denver

Capitol Hill-Denver 2016

 

This may be the year of no resolutions. Not because I don’t believe in them but I haven’t had the occasion to do so. Moving from the outskirts of Denver to downtown took up most of my time and all of my energy.

New Year’s Day began with my arrival to Denver to help my kids move into their new place, a smaller condo in a historic 1929 building which is much closer to their jobs.

On moving day, while I’m at the title company signing documents for the new place, my daughter calls me:

“One of the moving guys reeks of weed, I can’t even understand what he’s saying…”

After I finished laughing, because I thought she was joking, I told her to call the manager of the company and not to let them inside.

My son reminded me to be patient. No doubt he saw the steam accumulating above my head. The virtue of patience is a resolution I’ve had for a few years, and I’m better but can still practice it much more often.

God, the Universe, and Karma gave me an opportunity to see if I’d remember my resolution.

We headed back to the old condo, a ride punctuated with my daughter’s texts that her call to the moving company resulted in being hung up on, transferred, voice mailed, and finally the manager called her back. His response: the guy wasn’t high, he said he took too much cold medication. (I don’t think so).

When I got back, I took a deep breath and made the best of a potentially bad situation. I received a call that the manager was coming over. When he got to the condo, I explained how he could see how a mother would worry when receiving a call like my daughter’s and she was home alone. Sure, he said, he’s a parent too.

Long story short, the boss made things right, brought along another worker, stayed to supervise the move and gave me a 10% discount.

Later that day, my son caught the flu and between his bouts in the bathroom and sleeping, he got his bedroom semi-together. We really needed his help with moving things and reaching high areas since he’s over six feet tall, but we had to do without.

I went into full Mom mode, making soup, a pitcher of manzanilla (chamomile) tea, and babying him for two days.

So I’m the one unpacking and it’s the pits. If I could have gotten away with it, I would have dumped 25 coffee cups and cat figurines my daughter has collected from the segunda (second-hand store). This would have left her with 20 cups, more than anyone needs.

 

A benefit of moving to a smaller place with closets half the size of the last ones is one can see all the needless ‘stuff’ to donate or throw. There are bags of stuff.

I took a walk around the neighborhood, to find the post office and markets. I was pleased to find a bookstore. The chalkboard was full of great book quotes:

book quotes, bookstore window

Capitol Hill bookstore with cool window dressing.

The kids like their new place in this old brick building, but it’s hard adjusting to radiator heat that’s mounted in the ceiling. Nothing like central heat.

One cat, Heidi, likes jumping up to the windows and watching people walk by. The other one, Kiki, is still hiding somewhere.

So today, I’m going to rest, like Heidi, and maybe explore my intentions for the new year later.

Maine Coon mix cat, sleeping cat

Heidi loves her naps-www.alvaradofrazier.com

 

 

 

 



Categories: Family, New Year intentions, Parenting

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7 replies

  1. I’ve moved several times in the last several years. My husband and i both lament about how incredibly smaller, and can you believe it, %30 more expensive in rent that this apartment is compared to our old one. We got rid of so many things, boxes and boxes of stuff, and 2 couches, (we moved 3 hours away) and soooo many books. I wish I could have kept the books, but alas, I have nowhere to put them even still. OH yes, and the very week we moved, EVERYONE in my family got sick. My 3 yr old, at 5 am in the morning, on moving day. Myself, the next morning, my mom, dad, and husband, for that entire week, we ere all laid up with the flu. Not every move has been like that, but that move was particularly awful. So I can relate 🙂

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  2. I thought you lived in Califormula. If it’s a long story, don’t have to tell us. Tommy

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  3. Love the pictures! Happy New Year! You were right to report the guy. The force was with you and you were treated like all their customers should be treated in the first place. You practiced my new years resolution: stand your ground.

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  4. Missed this post, Mona. As someone who moved often I get what you have to write about moving. Best to you, sharing your life between California and Colorado. Great photos BTW.

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