Phase one was a frantic get-out-of-town escapade. I had packed about 70% of the house before my mom and about thirty of our dear friends came and threw the rest into the truck. I have no idea the condition of my goods and supplies--and it doesn't matter that much; things like that pale in comparison to the loss we've now experienced.
We are now on phase two. My parent's home has been a place of respite for the last six weeks, but we are signing papers on our new home tomorrow. The fact that buying a new house also meant moving out of the grandparent's house was a new concept to our five year old. She cried and cried when she finally understood the implication.
Today, we are cleaning all rooms, washing all laundry, organizing all toys and toiletries and otherwise preparing to leave. Then, I must brave the storage. I'm going to buy a bunch of colored post-it notes and tag boxes and furniture according to their desired location in the new place. I hope to be able to find the phone, calendar and other basic household must-haves without having to un-tape dozens of boxes.
I've called the cable company, phone company, electric company, gas company, garbage service, and insurance company. I've mailed change of address cards and gone to a handful of sites to change our address in their records. And still, frankly, it's hard to believe that it's real. We are actually moving!
Tomorrow-------pictures, my dears!