Packing kinda sucks. Surrounded by boxes, wrapping paper and bubble-wrap it was necessary to form little projects to get through packing up the house. Another box of books, now camping equipment, now pictures…Wow so much stuff and this is after taking carload after carload to various charities.
We did a pretty good job all in I think. I decided to relent and let Theo pack rather than cull…we have two extra large boxes of soft toys going to storage. At least they aren’t going to be on the boat!
We’ve been ruthless and I’m really curious to see what we consider essential upon our return. How ruthless is ruthless? Sheila’s wedding dress is gone (we’ve been married 28 years in August) and only the newest suits remain for when I reintegrate back into work in a year. We’ve donated, sold, trashed, and generally unweighted the house. It is very liberating!
That said, I still couldn’t let my records go (and yes I do have a turntable) and I’ve kept a few trinkets from highschool in a shoebox including love letters from my high school sweetheart (if you do the math you’ll figure out it was Sheila). I still have four different audio systems – perhaps I’m more like Theo than I dare admit.
Margaret has been the most ruthless among us. She is down to the bare essentials and got her life into about 3-4 boxes.
I’m happy to see the other side of this packing/storing adventure. It has been far more work and taken much more time than I would have dared. We fly Sunday and Saturday are still running around finishing things!
Through this whole experience I’ve learned once again the true value of friends and family. We’ve had so much support to help us offload things, organize, store, move, and ensure we are fed – I just can’t thank everyone enough. Thank you. You’ve all contributed to our dream.We never could do this without your help.
Kevin
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