Counting it out in my planner just now and arriving at 13 days until we move just sort of stopped my heart.
Have you ever relocated?
Have you ever relocated 2500 miles away to a city you've never even visited in less than a month?
WELL LUCKY YOU!
As excited as I am about the prospect of living in Anchorage, I am getting less and less excited about the details that surround getting there in one piece. I also sometimes wish I could set fire to our home. Sure, I've LOVED being a homeowner, and I love this house of ours, but damn it all to hell I am ready to pull out my hair thinking about details surrounding property management companies, renters, being a landlord living 2500 miles away, and getting all the last minute details wrapped up.
You think you know what you need to do before a move like this. Get the house cleaned up, rented, vacated. Get our things moved to AK. Find somewhere to live in AK. Sell misc items we don't want to bring to AK. But there are about 500 million other little things in there that sneak up on you and strangle you in your sleep.
I wont even begin to list them because the monotony and lameness of them would bore you so badly your heart might simply stop beating.
I finally reached the point of, "OH SHIT," this weekend. When I sold my car two weeks before we left, when I looked at my living room and saw we almost have no place left to sit, when I drove up to my house and I saw the 'For Rent' sign. This is real. Dinner dates, happy hours, over nights I am planning are GOOD BYE visits, not simply another chance to catch up.
My dreams are beginning to be flooded with to-do lists and details and I just want to wake up at 4am and get to work on it already. I mean, THERE ARE STOVE KNOBS TO RESEARCH, PURCHASE, AND ORDER BEFORE WE LEAVE IN 13 DAYS! How can I waste all this time sleeping?
Or how about the fact that our movers will arrive on the 26th, and we don't leave our home till the 30th. Throw in a 7 day road trip through the Canadian wilderness and the Alaskan highway, and then once we get to our new house in Anchorage we wont expect our things to arrive for another week. That's one week on the road, and two weeks living in homes without plates, beds, blankets, lamps, chairs, or ANYTHING but what we carefully pack and can fit in the truck for our road trip.
AND MORE WOW.
Oh, and Adam and I are still working full time. Right up until the last minute.
Tonight I'm re-carpeting a boat with new outdoor carpeting, photographing it, and trying to sell it on Craigslist. I am finalizing the sale of my car and handing it off to some nice folks, officially making us a one car household. Then I might touch up the paint in the master bathroom, and dig through the closet and see if there is anything worth donating. Plus a million other random things that will come to me in an AH-HA moment and convince me I might never see the end of this hell.
How's your Monday looking?