This weekend, my fiancé and I began working on packing up my apartment so we could fully be moved in together, and finally stop paying double in rent, since we have been living with each other for the last 2 and a half months anyway.
I have been dreading the packing process, because of my past moving experiences, including the bad scenarios that led up to a lot of my moves, having a Uhaul catch on fire, losing all of my journals from through high school (because I had a stack of boxes that were trash, and a stack that needed to go in the truck, and my helpers threw away both stacks), and having a super rushed, messy packing process the last time I moved, although the move itself was ultimately the best thing I ever did, considering it’s how I met my fiancé!
He, on the other hand, has had nothing but good experiences moving, and he made our first day of packing very fun. I really should not have expected less, considering how wonderfully we get along – he even makes days where I have migraines a treat with his pampering techniques.
So the moral of the story for me is that I have to let go of past experiences, and look at new ones with an open mind. I have been applying that in many other areas, but I still come across situations that I have to remind myself that history does not always have to repeat itself – especially under better circumstances and with the right people around.