Moving (noun) /ˈmuːvɪŋ/
the act or process of someone going to live or work in a different place, or of a company taking all or part of its business to a different place:
Moving has been an extremely integral part of my life since the time I could remember. When I was first told to write this article based on personal experience, I was daunted by it, the thought of a stranger reading this article and making assumptions and judgments quickly led to a writer's block in my head. Let alone write, I didn't want to be associated with something so personal.
Thus, as a last attempt to salvage myself and this article, I turned to the one thing I can proudly say at this point I'm probably a professional at: moving. I've been to six schools, two continents and my parents now live on another continent, and surprisingly I'm still sane. Well, mostly. Now my dad has a government job, a follow up question that probably is the first thing that came to your mind and we move every four years ago. My dad has had two foreign postings up until till now, thus the three continents and now lives in Mauritius.
To start off with, moving isn't easy, even if you move from Borivali to Bandra or from London to Agra, from the stressful experience of packing stuff up and deciding what to keep and let go (sparking joy being a major component of course) or bidding adieu to the house that has so many memories attached to it. From then unpacking again and deciding what goes where to the putrid smell of packing cardboard I now have a love/hate relationship with. Moving is extremely hard.
Though my heart wants to talk about the logistics of packing and share my 'unparalleled' wisdom, I'd like to talk about how it changes you as a person. Moving not only makes you a professional at folding boxes it also makes you have the significant ability to adapt to any situation anywhere, it forces you to learn how to make friends and how to say goodbye as well.
I remember my second time at an international airport, going back to India. I'd helped my mother pack my suitcase, including this one perfume I adored. She'd told me to put it in the suitcase, however I wanted it with me during the flight, it was very important for 9-year-old me to smell good of course and I'd put it into her handbag, it was the same thing after all for me. The airport authorities however did not agree, we were made to stay back and report the item, almost missing our flight and our subsequent reservations.
Moving has made a 7-year-old Mumbaikar Adrika learn British English at a rapid rate and also has made a 12-year-old Adrika lose my accent at an equally rapid rate. It has helped me deal with people from all social stratas, may it be a friend I made whose parents are against educating her beyond twelfth grade to the rich Juhu kid who was at McDonald's after his Hindi tuitions. Moving has also made me prone to lose interest in people and my surroundings very quickly, not the best case scenario when in college. I wonder if these good and bad traits will stay with me throughout my adulthood while I wade through these murky waters of the world alone.
Finally, moving is an activity that has come to a halt during these recent times and has affected people far and wide. Though the extent of that effect may be varied for some more than others, let this be a suggestion or a figment of a concept, that maybe not moving is something good after all and learn to make the best of our situations. It's impossible and barbaric to suggest silver linings during these times, however we can always bring a small amount of positivity around us.