Ask UfYH: Unpacking, One Box at a Time

Q: Do you have any suggestions specific to unfucking your habitat after a move? I moved the beginning of April but I am still drowning in a sea of boxes, and I feel overwhelmed every time I start to unpack, partly because I don’t yet have designated places for things. I also have some cognitive processing difficulties that mean I have extra challenges with starting and following through on tasks. Read More Ask UfYH: Unpacking, One Box at a Time

A Few Conversations About Moving to Pakistan

About this time last year, my daughter and I were boarding a plane to Pakistan.

This is not a sentence I ever predicted I would be typing out. We are not Pakistani, or even South Asian, but of hearty Polish, German and Irish decent, and we do not work for the government or the military. On the list of places I’ve thought I might live in my life, my aspirations drifted about as far as the West Coast of the U.S., except for a very happy stint studying abroad in college. Read More A Few Conversations About Moving to Pakistan

A Place of My Own: A Long History of Moving In and Out of Spaces

I have moved about six times since my initial move to Portland, Oregon almost four years ago. Not all of the moves have been voluntary, because if I had planned it better, I would have researched apartments more thoroughly and stuck with a place longer. But due to hindrances like financial constraints versus convenient locations, the choices I made in where I lived were, surprisingly, intentional.

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Moving Across the Ocean

While I’m stuck at Washington Dulles airport because the airplane crew is delayed, I’m wondering if this really is happening: if I’m really on my way to North Carolina to start looking for an apartment. And more importantly: how the heck do you adjust to the idea of moving from the Netherlands to the States?

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