Hello? hello?!..... that is me...calling out from beneath a pile of moving boxes. We have survived, or are surviving so far, anyway. But, it has not been easy. There is a reason 'they' say "moving sucks" and that's because it does. There are no two ways around it. In my usual attempt to control everything I can (except for my husband and children, of course:)....I just about killed myself getting everything all neat and tidy before the move. I was already at a 'neat and tidy' alert level of Orange (Homeland Security borrowed their coding from me), but kicked it up to a Red in the days before the move. We had the moving company pack and move, otherwise known as the only way for us to make it through this experience without some of us (me) afflicting bodily and emotional harm on others of us (P & the kids).
So, the movers show up, and I was pleasantly surprised because they were gentle in spirit (that is, I'm pretty sure they weren't violent-crimers) and only stopped to smoke every 30 minutes. And they wrapped things like a single 'Cars' car in 20 sheets of tissue. And my cake platter in 2 sheets. And packed wardrobe boxes with 28765 tiny things, so that I have to submerse my whole body in said box to retrieve anything. And were savy in their labeling, with three handy categories for my 2700 square foot house: 'upstairs', 'downstairs' and 'miscellaneous'. So clever, and useful, .....when you are trying to find your canopener. But really, they were sweet and I say this because, they are moving us again in 6 months (and I'm sure they are up on blogger world), and please use more specific labels!!!
The kids are good and we are generally excited about this period of time. There is something incredibly freeing about renting.....much less responsibiliy and so many good lessons about living in the moment and holding loosly the things of this world. I am reminded that God is the only constant and our family's trust in Him is what makes all the uncertainty of this life bearable.