Since I was about 4, ‘Moving Day’ was a biannual event that had to happen.

In my 4 year old world, it meant packing all my toys and story books in a box and moving to another city.

Another city. Another apartment. Another place where a new tree house would have to be built!

I hated it.

Not because I had to shift from one place to another and not because I had to make new friends but due to the fact that it meant losing a lot of my toys on the way.

Over the years, my favorite Barbie doll lost a lot of her accessories and few years later, I lost her.

I was devastated.

However, beyond the loss of toys and the personal artifacts, the biannual ‘Moving Days’ or ‘The Day’, as we referred to them in our household, taught me a lot of important life lessons…