Posting has been light this week, & I’m sure most of you can figure out why. Right now, my entire house looks like a tornado came through, took everything off the walls & out of the cabinets, and dumped it onto my table & floors (so really a nice, polite tornado). My momma has been over for the past 2 nights, helping me wrap all my breakables in bubble wrap & newspaper, & Cio is coming over tonight to help make some more progress. I work better when there’s someone else around, 1. because there’s more pressure for me to keep working & not get distracted, & 2. there’s more pressure for me to not be such a perfectionist & PACK THE DANG BOX ALREADY. Not all the green things have to go in the same box, Lauren. Also there’s less opportunity for me to get sidetracked looking at old pictures or whatnot & end up under a pile of packing tape, bawling my eyes out. This really is an emotional process.
It’s not that I don’t want to move, it’s just a LOT of change at once. We listed our house on March 28th, had a contract on April 28th, & will close on May 28th. I think that’s shorter than the amount of time it would take to watch Avatar & all its special features. I’m feeling excited, scared, anxious, emotional, sad, happy… and that’s before breakfast. Let me make one thing perfectly clear: I want this move. I want to get out of this area for a few years & live in a new place with my husband. I want to support my husband & his dream of going back to school. I want to meet new people, try new things, decorate a different house. But that doesn’t mean I won’t get a little weepy over leaving all our family (both sides), some very dear friends, and our first house together.
Right now, the thing causing me the most stress is packing. I work full-time, so packing all day is out of the question. My goal is to be 100% (or at least 98%) packed by Sunday night (we close next Friday & I don’t want to depend on work day evenings for packing). This is where y’all come in. Let me have it. I know most of you have had to move at some point; many of you have moved multiple times & under more stressful circumstances (how my parents moved 4 children under the age of 13 is BEYOND ME). Tell me every tip & trick you have up your sleeve. Bubble wrap vs. newspaper? Is there a way to transport all of my clothes without having to take them off the hangers (please please please)? How did you keep from breaking everything? How did you stay sane?
Y’all, help. Because I’m currently staring at 24 + 31 years worth of STUFF, combined with 2.5 years of marriage, and stuffed into a 3 bedroom/2 bathroom house. I can tell you right now… it’s not going down without a fight.