Whole Towel Living

Ok. So it turns out that maybe I spoke too soon.  The packout itself, both day 1 and day 2, were pretty painless and easy.  It was the post packout panic that was problematic.

If you have ever moved you’ll understand (and remember with no fond feelings) the packing of all the leftovers after the furniture is gone.  And the cleaning.  The never ending cleaning.

I, in typical fashion, bit off more than I could chew and opted to go back to work on Wednesday and Thursday leaving B to clean and pack, and sending C back to school.  Only sending C back to school was the right decision.  

Since I’m staying with the firm I actually had work to do when I arrived back in the office, so I didn’t really get a chance to properly say goodbye to anyone, and I was frantically trying to fit in calls to Duke Energy and AT&T to cancel utilities in between discussing discovery responses with my clients.  Luckily I’ll be back in the office in a few weeks for depositions, so maybe I’ll have time to wander around and say farewell then, but somehow I doubt it.

When I arrived back at the house on Wednesday evening there were two huge piles of STUFF in the middle of the dining room.  B informed me that one was going to get packed in the cars and the other pile was going over to a friend’s house to be stored until I drive down for those depositions in mid-September.  What was that about spending quality time saying goodbye to folks? Looks like I’ll be packing the car instead…

What is doubly unfortunate about this is that, as noted previously, we ended up with about 230 lbs of additional UAB space that we didn’t use.  I’m pretty sure a good amount of the STUFF would have fit in the left over UAB space.  We’ll be remembering that for next time and doing our best to get our UAB weight up to 599.9 lbs before we start loading the cars.

For all our worries about how C would react to the empty house, the teary goodbyes and the random moving men driving away with our furniture, she never stopped being our hilarious, laughing, dancing, singing little girl.  She sang while we packed, she danced in the empty rooms, and she laughed at all the hugs she was getting from everyone we know.  DSCN0309

Protecting our home - in NC and in VA

Protecting our home – in NC and in VA

She insisted that we were staying in a “whole towel,” despite our equally insistent response that it was, in fact, a hotel.  

She pressed every elevator button, and told every random stranger we met that she was moving to Washington. We could have learned a lot from the laid back way she accepted every change without question or complaint.  The only times she wasn’t happy was when she was hungry or tired.  Totally understandable.

So tonight we have made it to our new home.  There are boxes everywhere, and we need to figure out how to fit all that STUFF into a much smaller space.  Tomorrow afternoon is the first “meet and greet” for the 179th A-100.  We’ve been checking out the bios from B’s classmates – they look like an impressive bunch.  I’m looking forward to meeting them, and their families, though I’m also, frankly, petrified about how it will feel to be the “spouse” and nothing more.  I’m hoping I can take a lesson from C and accept each change that comes without complaint or question.  Change is what we signed up for.  And change is good…

 

 

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