The Move From Hell

I missed my last blog deadline because my lovely Bride and I decided to downsize. Actually, I missed the last two (but who’s counting?). Last weekend, we moved to our new home, which is 700 square feet smaller than our recent one. It turned out to be the move from hell.

I call it the move from hell for several reasons. The movers we hired arrived promptly on Saturday morning with a rather sizeable truck and began to load our worldly possessions. Lo and behold, one truckload wouldn’t do it. They delivered that first load and placed it into our new abode. By the time that was done, I had had enough. Nevertheless, we all went back for a second load.

A deluge of rain descended upon us as we tackled the second delivery. To make matters worse, we began to realize that a second shipment wasn’t going to do it either. Thank goodness we were only moving a half hour away. As I assessed the situation, I asked my hired guns to get all the “big stuff,” and I’d deal with the “small stuff” on my own. Ugh!

Our Big Mistake

Our big mistake was the downsizing part. We successfully downsized our dwelling but were abysmally unsuccessful in downsizing our possessions. Oh the humanity. The normal move has boxes everywhere, but this one is ridiculous.

There’s an old saying that indicates, “Life does not consist in an abundance of possessions.” In fact, Jesus is the one who said that (Luke 12:15). I try to live by his words, but, apparently, I didn’t take this one seriously enough.

Allow me to give you a couple examples. As I unpacked (a process that’s still taking place), I discovered that we own a box of Koozies. I’m willing to bet a lot of you don’t even know what a Koozie is. I don’t think I’ve ever even used one, but I have a whole box of them.

Another example of our failure to downsize properly is our TV situation. We gave one away, and we still have an extra one. Frankly, it’s a tad embarrassing. STUFF! We have way too much STUFF!

Joy of I’ve made several trips to the old house to retrieve some of the “small stuff” the movers left behind. At the ripe old age of sixty-seven, this small stuff isn’t so small anymore. I have confirmed in my own mind that small is definitely a relative term. I feel like the moving van hit me. By my calculations, I have one more trip to make (joy of joys).

I’m sure my lovely Bride and I will be happy in our new home, but true happiness will elude our grasp until we can unload about a third of our possessions. If Jesus is right (and I’m sure he is), we won’t even miss them. Besides that, we just don’t have a place to put it all.

By the way–can any of you use some free, empty boxes? My garage is full of them.

[Dave Zuchelli is a graduate of Pittsburgh Theological Seminary and is currently pastor of Smith Chapel in Great Falls, VA.]

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