I should probably start this off with a disclaimer that I know how lucky we are to have the military pay for this move. That we’re spoiled and lucky to have movers come in and pack everything into boxes, load it into crates, and ship it to our location and hold it for us until we’re ready for it. I do get that.
It can be such a pain. See, there are things we don’t want them to pack – the clothes we’re going to wear, toiletries that they can’t pack anyway, all the random things we need to keep with us for tiding us over until we get everything again. Since we don’t know where we’re going next and because the military will store everything for us for six months, we’re having to plan for six months without our belongings.
B needs all his military gear for doing his reserves commitment at the beginning of next year. I need all my work clothes for interviews and hopefully going to work. B needs interview clothes, suits, and other business casual clothes for the rest of his job hunt. We both need casual clothes, work out gear, and unmentionables. We have a rubbermaid tub full of kitchen stuff that we’re keeping so that we don’t have to eat out every meal between Tuesday and leaving ND. Plus we’re keeping sleeping bags, camping chairs, folding tables, electronics, towels, sheets, and the like so that we can continue to live here for the next week. Which means we need it all packed away and separated from what the movers will be taking.
See, it can be a pain. It’s one I’m grateful for, but man am I ready for it to be over. I’m ready to have everything else cleared out. I’m ready to be in Texas/Cali for the holidays. But really, I’m ready for B to have the job offer we’re holding out for and a place to live. Is that too much to ask?
Meanwhile, we’re in packing purgatory. 5 suitcases, 1 hanging bag, and 1 duffel bag have already been packed. One rubbermaid tub is half full, waiting to be filled with the other delights that we aren’t willing to part with. And our house looks a bit like a warzone with all the segregation we’ve got going on. In 48 hours, day one of packing will be done and hopefully things will be looking a bit better. In 72 hours, the house will be empty. Which will be such a relief.