What a crazy day it has been. In just seven short hours my ENTIRE house was packed up into, what seems like, too few boxes. All it took was four ladies and miles of tape and my house was no longer a home, but rather a storage locker.
Most of my readers know where we are moving but I hesitated to make the announcement because, with the military, plans can fall through in the blink of an eye. So here it is….-drum roll, please-……….. We are moving to HAWAII! I am so fricken stoked I can hardly contain myself. A few months back, Kyle sent me an email in the middle of the work day with the subject ‘Make a decision, quick.’ It contained two sentences; ‘Where do you want to go, Alabama or Hawaii? Respond as soon as you can because I have to submit my request now.’ I admit I chuckled a bit. Is that really a question? Hawaii, of course. He had good reasoning for possibly wanting Alabama as it is closer to family than we’ve been in years, but we were close when he was stationed in Ft Stewart, so I felt like it was time for an adventure.
After a lot of waiting and some delays -Kylee being one of them- his official orders were cut and we began the long and tedious process of PCSing (Permanent Change of Station). I would have liked to have chronicled this process a bit on my blog but with the craziness of an overseas PCS coupled with having a newborn and a two year old I just haven’t had the time or energy to write as often as I like. But tonight, as I sit on one of the few pieces of furniture I have left that is not wrapped in brown packing paper, I felt it was time for an update. It couldn’t come at a more appropriate time; we are on the cusp of a new chapter. All the paper work has been completed and decisions have been made, now it is time for action.
This brings me back to the ladies and everything we own resting securely in cardboard and tape. They arrived at 9 this morning -the first minute of their arrival time window- and quickly went to work. So many boxes, so much paper and more rolls of tape than a hardware store would carry on a regular day was brought in and distributed to every room in the house. Two women went right to work in our bedroom while one started in the kitchen and one stayed in the living room. They were quiet and efficient with a random question here and there. If I left the room for even a minute, when I returned it was much more empty than I was expecting. It was strange because I’ve never had movers in the 15+ moves in my life. The thought of someone coming in and doing all the work was odd. I know most people would relish in the idea of not lifting a finger when moving, but I am not most people. I don’t want strangers in my closet or dresser drawers. They would be touching my kitchen utensils, my linens and my panty drawer! It it just weird. Last night I had a minor freak-out with the realization that they were actually coming. But, as the day went on I was able to relax some and not let the thoughts of a strangers in my house and touching my stuff, get to me.
Now my house is all packed up. We will stay in this state of limbo until Tuesday, when the second part of our move happens -hurricane willing- where all our stuff is put into containers on a big ‘ole truck, then driven away. We are making things work as we share space with our mummified belongings. Reece has discovered the joy of pulling the tape off of packaging along with the repercussions of said bad decision. Kyle and I keep running into silly hurdles such as not having a pizza cutter or any means of a food storage system. Kylee doesn’t seem to care, but who can blame her, she has no idea as to what is happening. From here until Tuesday -I hope this hurricane doesn’t screw things up- we wait and try to keep busy until the next adventure, a long car ride to South Carolina to see friends then continue on to Florida to spend time with family.