So I’ve added it up and in 10 1/2 years of marriage, I think I’ve moved 9 times. Some with Sam, some by myself when I would move to be with him or head home when he deployed.
9 times. And that’s not all – I moved a lot as a kid too. I’ve got this packing thing down. Sam told me I was a “packing freak” this morning after I did two rooms in two hours, but I prefer to think of myself as a “packing guru”. We’ve never had the military move us (for one reason or another) so each time I’ve done this pretty much on my own.
I love our new little house. I will also miss this one (however not the swamp cooler that is currently blowing moist air on me). I’m ready to go though. We need a do-over here. It’s been a rough two years in El Paso. I figure, if we’re stuck here at least one more, we need a home we can love and figure out what’s next for us in. Somewhere easy and low maintenance with room for family, friends, and Bella’s childhood. This new house is it.
We have until the 30th to be out of our current home, and since our new one is only about 3 miles away we’re just taking our time. We fill up the minivan with boxes and then take them over, unpack, and repeat. I’m in no hurry, I just want it done before I leave for the Influence Conference so when I come home I don’t have to spend that last day trying to get everything out of this house.
One of the toughest parts of all this is the time it takes up. So in between packing and moving I’m trying to write, answer emails, do campaigns, take care of Bella, fix meals, clean up the mess… It’ll be sorted out in the next few weeks but trying to balance it is a challenge right now. She’s napping and Sam’s putting boxes in the car so I get a couple of hours to catch up on here before we go clean the house and take over another set of boxes this evening.
The other hard part is that for most moves, I get to throw/give away SO MUCH STUFF. Like – I am usually appalled at the amount of stuff we don’t really use that we somehow have accumulated over the last few years. I don’t want to find room for it or pack it up, and it leaves us starting with a lot less. However, this time it’s so easy to throw things in the car and haul them 3 miles down the road…
You get the idea. Nothing makes me twitchier than arguing with Sam over a one inch USB port no one has touched in two years, no one has any idea what’s on it, and will not ever be used but still must be kept “just in case.” Oh friends. The twitchiness as I tried so hard to explain that IT NEEDED TO BE THROWN AWAY. He has this terrible Hoarder’s tendency that makes him want to keep anything even slightly useful. I felt like if we didn’t clear this hurdle, the next would be arguing about big things.
I gave up and I told him if he wanted it, he needed to pack it.
True love. We haz it.
Just not while packing things.
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