Every day, it’s getting weirder than the day before. Nothing is where it is where it is supposed to be. Things have been rapidly disappearing into boxes, transported to another dimension of time and space. We wake up, go into rooms, and see stacks and stacks of boxes. We add to the piles during the day. Then some of the boxes get carted off to a new location. It is getting especially surreal now that we rented our temporary home this week. We have one foot in and one foot out of both places. And, we’re mentally trying to figure out future routines for everyday living in a vastly different configured space, while 90% of our possessions will remain packed away until next summer.
Numerous phone calls and visits are required to take care of countless moving and selling details. To-do lists are being updated. Address notifications are also underway. In the midst of all of this activity, we signed a contract for purchase of the new lot and are working on a draft contract with our builder. Despite the moving chaos, we have to focus and make firm, long-term decisions.
Through it all, we’re staying pretty calm and collected, except for a few temporary breakdowns with frustration and pain. We’re glad to be retired now so that the transition isn’t as daunting. We think back to 17 years ago and wonder how we did the last move along with job responsibilities. Of course, we were younger then and had more energy, so maybe that is the big difference!