We all know them from a psychology class or just common knowledge; The five stages of grief or loss. You know: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and then acceptance. Well did you know that, similarly, there are 5 stages to moving? Yeah, neither did I. Not each stage is the same as grief but like the stages of grief, you have to work through each stage to get to the next. I discovered them on my first move and with the knowledge of what I went through I was prepared for the rollercoaster of emotions coming my way for our next move.
I was raised in the same house my whole life. I have been told that my first two years of existence were actually spent in another home, but I only have a few photos to go on and no real concrete memories. So, as I said, I was raised in one home. Twenty-one years I spent in this home, this same small town. A life like this is sometimes hard for people (such as my husband who was moved multiple times growing up) to imagine. The same house? The same town? Yes. Through high school and college I dreamt of the day that I could move off to a new place. I couldn’t wait, life held so many potential adventures. Well, as you may have read in my previous post, “What Happened to Miss Independent?”, my moving became a reality when I married my man.
So began the adventure, and this is where I will explain the 5 stages of moving. My now husband was stationed in Albuquerque, New Mexico when we were dating. I went to visit him there and that is where we got engaged. My initial thought of Albuquerque was that it was beautiful. I was so excited to be moving there after the wedding.
(it IS beautiful)
Excitement. This is stage one. The idea of moving is so exciting that nothing else really crosses your mind except the ideas in your head of what life is going to be like and all the cool stuff you will do and see. All I saw was a blank canvas of life waiting for me to make a masterpiece. Bring it!
Stage one lingers, for a moment when you first move but then it wears thin and you enter into stage two: Depression. After the move and the newness wore off I began to really, really miss home and the things I knew. I cried. (no shame) A lot. I was in a new strange place where I knew no one, didn’t have a job and didn’t know my way around town yet. It was intimidating and I didn’t have family to run to. But I worked through that stage and entered the next stage.
Anger! This stage may not apply to everyone but for me it was a very real stage. Most of my anger came from trying to find a professional job (I have a degree in communications) and the market in Albuquerque was quite lacking. It was frustrating to say the least. My anger was made worse by the fact that my husband got sent to Philadelphia for “clinicals” not even two months after we were married. So here I was, in a new town, with very few people I really knew, jobless and now husbandless. Cool, now if I could please have a punching bag that would be great.
After the anger settles, you make your way towards Acceptance. The fourth stage is not the “everything is great” stage. It is, simply, acceptance. Acceptance of what you cannot control or change. I gave up on chasing the professional dream and just found a job that could provide an income. I didn’t love the job, actually I hated the job, but it did introduce me to a great group of women some of whom I am still great friends with. During this stage I was just going through the motions. In order to move to the last stage you have to open up and quit feeling sorry for yourself and start to explore; quit being scared. Once you accept where you are and open up, you finally make it to the final stage.
Happiness! I found my happiness in this new place by exploring and finding new hobbies such as hiking. Holy cow! The views and mountains there are amazing, and I found great friends to do it with.
(who knew the desert could be so pretty?)
I quit the job I hated and found nanny job where I kept the cutest set of twins you ever saw! (I miss them). We did some super fun things in the state of New Mexico. Then we found out our next duty station, after my husband graduated, would be Florida.
And so began the stages of moving. I am currently in Acceptance, fresh off of Anger. I didn’t think I would miss Albuquerque so much, but man do I miss it. I made some of the best friends there and did some pretty cool things. Below I will share some of these cool things and photos I took. I know down the road I will be saying the same things about Florida. Gotta love the military life.