Packing Up

My sister lives in Spokane, WA. She just found out last week that in July, the Air Force will be moving them to Pensacola (hallelujah!). She has already started packing. As much alike as we are, I see that here is a huge difference in our personalities.

I've known for a long while that we were moving. Or that we probably were. But "probably" didn't do it for me. The papers had to be signed. It had to be that official before I would even consider putting one book into a box.

Last week it became "that official". Did I start packing then? No. Because I was focused on bank stuff and house plans. My mind only has one track, apparently. I can only be hyper-focused one one, possibly two, things at once. So, while my mind was full of house plan angst (it has to be RIGHT), packing could not commence.

Yesterday, the house plans were finalized (as much as they need to be at this point). As I left my contractors office, I thought, "Now, I pack." But, there were no boxes, no tape, no nothing. Mark suggested I "run get a few boxes"... Really? Does he know me at ALL? I don't start packing with "a few boxes". I want ALL the boxes. Because anyone who knows me knows that when I start this, there will be nothing else BUT this until it's done. I will enter a closet and come out some time in a week or so. Poor kids and husband. Feel free to feed them.

So I start to formulate a plan for getting all the packing supplies I could ever need so I don't have to STOP once I start. Enter my dad, all around good guy and owner of a moving and storage company. One call to him yesterday, and now today, in just a few hours, there will be a tractor-trailer left in my yard for all our storage, and it will come loaded down with BOXES. I'm pretty excited (I think this is where some people say "stoked", but I've never known what that word means, and it sounds a little goofy when I say it).

Anyway, wanna see my trailer?
And so it begins. The Great American Declutter and Packing Extravaganza. I hope to take only the things I love and use with me. The big things we will keep but can't fit in our interim housing (anything bigger than a plate, basically) will be stored on the trailer on our new property. And the rest? Two words: Yard Sale. I need to sell some stuff. There's this bedding I found on Pottery Barn...

(Edited to add that the trailer arrived just minutes after posting this. Bedroom Declutter shall commence "directly", as my Mammy used to say...although until I was in my 20's, I thought she was saying "dreckly").

Blessings,
Em