Moving is such a pain-in-the-butt and a headache to boot. It is not for the faint of heart. I do admire people who can just pack up and move. I'm not one of them. Hubby is so different and why didn't I see this before? Actually, I did--in the last six moves. But, this is the seventh and hopefully the last. And, it has brought out the worst in both of us.
From the moment the buyers fell in love with our house , the papers signed and the conditions lifted, Hubby was already dismantling and packing. He was a whirlwind of activity. At that time, my thinking was--we didn't get possession of our new home until July 12th which gave us almost two weeks to move the small bits over by ourselves. The moving van would arrive July 24th to move the big pieces and the house would welcome its new owners 2-days later.
Two weeks ago, I was looking at organized chaos seen through my eyes but chaos seen through my mate's. Why is it that men can toss their things into two cartons and are ready to move? The past few weeks--for me--has been a time of purging seldom used pots and pans, utensils and anything else that happened to reside in closets, cupboards and drawers. There has been a lot of stuff collected over the past 5-years and conveniently deposited in the ample spaces a house seems to offer. Old files and correspondance have been diligently shredded. Then there are my books: reference books, recipe books, fiction books of mysteries, thrillers, adventures and romance-thrillers, nonfiction books of travel, art and cooking filled my shelves. Copious files and background material needed for ongoing writing projects. Taking a break from deadlines from my understanding editor has been one less worry off my never-ending list. My desktop is filled with numerous yellow "sticky" notes reminding me of the many subscriptions, utilities, relatives, friends, neighbours and editors who will be needing the new address.
Hubby had made a list of priorities and we have followed it closely. The trusty Volvo's cargo area has already transported our kitchen and dining room tables, all the chairs, small bedside tables, two dressers, Hubby's computer desk and station, the stereo system, VCR/DVD player plus two large sets of Ikea shelving--dismantled and reassembled in our new home. We have already transported linen, towels, dishes, coffee mugs, teapots, glasses, pots and pans and most important of all, our youngest grandchildrens's toy-box including Grumpy Bear, Sugar Bear and Honey Bear. We will be dismantling my computer station this weekend and taking it to our new place ourselves. The movers will have only a few large pieces of furniture to move in their van.
We are nearly done and the end is near--the end being in another week, Hubby and I will be able to stay in one place and never pack again--unless it's for a fun trip somewhere! Of course, we said this five years ago but Fate tipped her hat at us and presto, a change and a move. . . Hopefully next time, Fate will tip her hat to someone else.