Moving Anguish

Almost a week away from D Day! Departure Day...the departure of our household goods, that is. The house is in an ordered chaos. One room is set aside for the things we'll be packing into our Honda van for our son in New Mexico. At this point, it looks like there's no way it's all going to possibly fit. We should do a test run but I'm not looking forward to it. It's so exhausting to carry everything into the van and then take it out again since we're not leaving until the 3rd week of June.

We're trying to set aside areas in a few rooms for top and low priority as to what goes first into the moving container. It's only a 20 foot container so we've got to be very careful. But it's hard. We've spent the last few months shredding tons of papers....33 years of tax documents, financial statements, etc. We managed to wear out one shredder and had to buy a heavy duty one.

I'm one who does not like disorder. I like things organized and in their little places. My daughter has inherited that trait from me and run with it. My son is more like my husband, I think. They're quite organized in their head, just not in their physical surroundings. They know where things are even though it doesn't look it. I tried everything I could to teach my son to come around to my way of thinking but alas.... the genes were too strong.

The idea of moving is now more real and becoming rather painful. We were babysitting our granddaughter in Chicago and had a great time at Grant Park. She loved pushing her stroller by herself. As we were leaving their condo we heard our daughter calling out to her. We turned and saw that she had followed us barefeet to the elevator. The look on her little face is etched into our memory. It said, "Why are you leaving? I want to go with you."

But I can't think about that now. I'll think about it tomorrow.