The long slow process of moving
There have been times in my life where I have moved in a very short timeline. Like moving to MN. Did I ever record that? The short version is that Lars got laid off when the tech bubble burst. Through connections and networking he talked to his eventual boss in the last week of August. Early September he was offered a job in MN but he had to be at his desk on Sept 30. We flew out to find apartments and then he drove our larger car, a 4 door Saturn, to MN with his armor, plates and cooking tools for 1, his new business casual wardrobe purchased that week, a computer, an air mattress and a camp chair. I packed the remainder and we moved out with 1 large truck. Done. 1 month.
This move is now over a year old. Last April we decided we really needed something bigger and the crazy push to put our house on the market last July only to pull it because we couldn’t find a place to buy. Then the building process that was supposed to be done in April would have put us at a single year but given the delay to mid Aug our move, if a child, would be walking and eating semisolid food. To say it is getting to us is an understatement. Zoe is having a breakdown and I sympathise, she just wants it done already and so do I except for needing the time to get everything done!
I’ve lost track of how many boxes. All the good systems for tracking your things in a move really don’t work on a multi month move. I’m labelling each box with contents because I’m not even entirely sure where it will go in the new house since we are changing a lot of space around.
Today the movers come and by this afternoon our container should be full. Tomorrow is the day we move whatever didn’t fit to friends house(s) and our last bedtime in this house. Wednesday is cleaning day and we go stay with friends. Thursday is finishing anything not yet done and signing papers. Friday we drive to PA to go on vacation and we come back to close on the new house. There is still a lot up in the air about final details but we are in that tedious, torturous last 3 miles of the marathon.
In so many ways this would have been easier if it was faster, living months in the slow packing and waiting to do the big things isn’t easy. However, we have all had time to get used to this, nobody will be surprised and everyone had processing time.
10 minutes to movers so I should finish coffee and be ready to go. Wish us luck 🙂