There have been many times when I have missed my husband during this last year. Holidays, birthdays, watching a father hug his son, days at the pool, going to the movies or restaurants alone, and of course shopping for our first house. Those are all somewhat significant moments in a person’s life but in spite of that I miss him most right now.
I have before me the daunting task of tossing out clutter and preparing to actually move. I jumped the hurdle of finding a home, getting a loan, making an offer, hiring an inspector. I am waiting on the seller to fix some of the issues found by the inspector and the official closing day later this month. In the meantime, I have to find these papers so I can write a letter to notify the apartment management that I am leaving. I have to throw stuff out and clean. I have to schedule movers and babysit them (there are probably military protocols that I will also have to deal with regarding the movers). I have to sort out important papers and valuables. I have to notify everyone of the address change. My head is swimming with all the things I must accomplish with a worn disc and not so much as an 11 year old still in the house to help me (he’s off enjoying camp and other summer fun).
Am I whining? I guess so. I just feel overwhelmed right now. We have what I like to term “flea market style” for our décor. People love it when they come over because there is plenty to look at but it means plenty to sort, move and dust. I also do not relish the idea of sorting other people’s things without them present. I think I would go crazy if someone else were to decide which of my things were important to keep and which were not.
I resigned early so that I would have time to do this; however, I need to get motivated fast. I have already tried to think in terms of baby steps and plan to go through 1 room at a time.
I’ve skimmed plenty of unhelpful blog posts and online articles with moving tips. I have come to the conclusion that I have moved several times before (and some of those have been on my own or mostly on my own) and I know what needs to be done. I do not need moving tips. I just need to do it.
WTB [someone to be me until August] PST.
1 comments:
:hugs:
Moving is the hardest thing, because it goes against all our instincts to settle down and stay put.
Sometimes though, it's a necessary, and you're always a stronger person and in a better place afterwards.
Hang in there. We're thinking of you.
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