HANDLING A PERIOD OF TRANSITION CAN BE TOUGH.
Today marks my two-month anniversary of two events:  moving to the West Coast from the South, and  officially incorporating the word “vibe” into my vocabulary. Both are of equal importance.
Pulling off a big move is daunting, to say the least. When I decided to move across the country a little over two months ago to chase down a job opportunity, I underestimated how much my life and relationships would change in a short period of time. In fact, when I tell people (and even myself) how quickly I moved—and we’re talking days here—their usual response is “Congratulations! Have you ever considered a mental evaluation?…Totally just asking.”
Valid response, I think. But even though it was extremely tough to physically and emotionally uproot my life, the reward of doing so by far outweighs any doubt or negativity in my mind two months ago.
When I decided to move across the country a little over two months ago to chase down a job opportunity, I underestimated how much my life and relationships would change in a short period of time.
So how did I pull it off? I would love to say all by myself, but that could not be further from the truth. I’ll start here:
The hardest part about transitioning is dealing with the ‘what ifs’ of the situation. For me my fears revolved mostly around my personal and familial relationships: What if my friends and I lose touch? What if I have to miss my best friend’s bachelorette party? Who is going to supply the scandalous confections or hire the stripper? What if it’s Gary Busey? I’m not sure what he’s up to these days…
Nobody likes the feeling of loss that often accompanies a transitional stage. I wanted to make sure that I wouldn’t lose what mattered the most—the people closest to me.
So I asked (borderline forced) my friends and family to be involved in my big move as much as possible. Literally—I called in friends for reinforcement to help me sort through clothes, books and mounds of other unmentionables only hoarders could empathize with. I would even let them decide what stayed and what had to go, and gave them the opportunity to sit on / try to zip my suitcases shut—some were more successful than others.
More importantly, this allotted valuable time for me and the ones closest to me to be together. It transformed what could have been a stressful, negative experience into a fun, cherished adventure. This was my favorite part of the move.
Once I had landed in San Diego and began my job, I could unapologetically reach back out to them, making an effort to reconnect with each one of them. This helped immensely when it came to all the stresses that come with adopting a new lifestyle.And that is how I pulled it off.
Now over to you—have you experienced a big move in the past? What was your experience like? Drop me a note in the comments!