WARNING: I’m talking about The Move. Again. Packing/planning/sorting/cleaning/missing Jon (had to throw that one in) is rather all encompassing at the moment. In about three weeks we will begin a 24 hour road trip in a small car with my essential possessions, a chatty eleven year old boy who’s been away for two months and a neurotic cat. I’m sure that will yield all SORTS of entertaining stories. For you. Not to mention the subsequent attempt to merge three boys, two cats and two hard headed independent adults into a semi-cohesive family unit in what is a completely new environment for three of the seven (counting the cats of course). It’s going to be all manner of fun and adventure. In the meantime you’re stuck with reading about my packing/planning/cleaning. Or feel free to click that little x up there in the right hand corner. Yep. That one.
I’m a list maker and a planner. I want to have a schedule and know EXACTLY what to do weeks in advance. Moves are fairly controllable situations so my stress level stays manageable. But I do have a packing schedule set in my head. Today I finished cleaning out my bedroom and closet. I have a few more things to post on Craig’s list and a few to repost. Tomorrow I will clean out/sort the two storage closets in the front room and the towel closet. Tuesday I will secure a storage room and will begin moving boxes & such to it during the next week. Next Saturday will be spent sorting my kitchen into three piles “take with”, “Goodwill”, and “storage”. Next Sunday will be trips to the storage unit, Goodwill and cleaning out the bathroom (Do I really need to take 4 different scents of lotion that I’ve only used once apiece?) . That leaves me with almost two full weeks to practice packing the car to maximize how much I can fit and pare down my selections if necessary. Two full weeks to traumatize my cat into submission by driving her around town in her carrier. Two full weeks to visit friends and favorite places and take many pictures of both. Two full weeks to clean and pace and generally chew my fingernails to nubs trying to plan what to do on arrival.
I don’t chew my fingernails.