Moving

I hate moving.




Ok I guess I have to write more than that but really, that sufficiently sums up how I'm feeling right now. I feel like I'm swimming and I can see the other side but I'm not sure if I'll actually make it. That might be a little dramatic in light of the events in my friends lives this week but it's how I feel.

Matt keeps telling me we have enough time but I look around and see piles and piles of unpacked things, garbage and things that need to be taken to the condo or house and I'm overwhelmed. I am so grateful for the guys that came today and helped us pack our storage bin and I'm glad that is over. I think I'm at the worst part of the move where I'm out of boxes and I have weird odds and ends to pack. We also have several loads of things to take to the condo that will take lots of time too!

I keep thinking back to when we moved into the house and Cher and Tracy came to help me pack up the apartment. They asked me if the kitchen was all packed and I said yes, one of them opened a drawer in the kitchen and it was full of our utensils, how did I miss packing an entire drawer of utensils!! I feel like that now but I don't have my Cher and Tracy to laugh over moose roast and take my mind off the fact that I'm not ready!

I will breath and pray and trust in my wonderful husband to help me get it all done. You'd think I'd get better at moving but I think I'm getting worse!