No, I’m lying, I hate moving. It’s the most stressful experience after death of someone close and divorce, Tibo enlightened me the other day. So why is this already the fourth apartment in Brussels that we embark upon?

Feeling packed? Borrowed from http://flickr.com/photos/ahhyeah/454494396/

God, it is stressful. You have to put your “life” into boxes. Deal with 2 landlords at the same time, fight with internet and energy providers. Start living in trenches among boxes in the new place with a basic set of survival tools. Buy the missing furniture and take care of seemingly never-ending issues demanding hard physical labour. Ah, there’s still a full time job to do and ill babies to take care of…

But then, there’s a bright side. You can get rid of the junk you accumulated and probably never used (the “special” stuff only good for using in the attic/cellar/garage type of premises). Put that effort in making the new apartment liveable and likeable. Meet new people that you would have never met. Realise that it is yet another stop and everything is temporary. You can’t permanently own things and stay in one place, because YOU have that expiry date, remember? It’s all about moving light.

“Rent, be free” said a notice on a rental truck I once saw somewhere in Alsace. Owning things does not necessarily make your life better, sometimes it only complicates it. In some cases renting, sharing and helping is a much better investment than ownership. Enjoy being on the move ;)