A Moving Story

Moving house is a trial obviously invented in one of the innermost circles of Hades. It is meant to torture we mere mortals for all eternity.

When moving house, normally placid tempers become frayed,  not mine as mine is constantly frayed, tireless people become tired and tiresome and legions of previously undisturbed dust mites dance merry dances to irritate further, already irritated sinus.

In Malaysia, folklore has it that there are tiny magical creatures called Toyol. Those creatures steal anything shiny, or valuable, and no doubt have a grand old time when humans decide to move home. Toyol puloin just about anything during packing, transporting and unpacking from one place to another regardless of the items value.

Combs, always to hand, go irretrievably missing. Could the old cliche of the single sock and the missing matching pillowcase, also be down to Toyol, one wonders.

Moving house is one of the most stressful life events,  according to psychologists. I can attest to that. During moving, life is turned upside down, or is that down side up. It's difficult to tell when you life is in boxes and unlabelled bags. Then there is the physical exertion, something I loathe, and the waiting, the endless waiting for services, lorries and goods. There is the constant nagging doubt of insecurity and, of course, the expense. Only minions of Hades would devise a torture which you pay for yourself.

Oh there are joys.  There is the joy of finding that article which you swore others had lost, and the continuing guilt of that knowledge.  There is the joy of seeing your previous abode suddenly become very attractive without all your furniture. It is the very same furniture you have just moved into your new dwelling, making that seem less attractive. 

There are joys to be found in hard labour, or so I am informed,  and the joys of a job well done.

Moving home may be a necessary evil. Yet at this precise moment, with my internet connection in one place and my office, and home, in boxes, I long for the gentle quiet of a less turbulent, perhaps even static,  existence.