After our wedding, all of our belongings were conveyed to our apartment from three (or four?) separate locations in the cars of assorted family members. We got all of our hand-me-down furniture in a u-haul from my Grandpa’s house a couple weeks later. We thought it was complicated, but it really wasn’t.
Each summer of our marriage, we’ve lived in a different state–Arizona, Illinois, Indiana, and Missouri–and I’ve become quite adept at figuring out what is really necessary and what isn’t.
In retrospect, last summer’s move was relatively easy. I spent all summer packing boxes, a few at a time, we got a moving van, our Sunday School class came over one afternoon to help load it (my dad packed so well that everything fit), and we drove here. Then a few friends and family helped us unload. Tommy wasn’t crawling yet, and he slept a lot. It was hot, but we were in dear old Missouri! All the pain of the move was worth it (especially to be just two hours away from my fam)…
This summer’s move should be easier, but the complexity of getting ahold of the law firm’s approved movers, finding out what they will and won’t do, setting up a moving date before having a place to move into, and chasing around an active boy who WILL start off down the street by himself if he gets a chance…..well, it seems a lot more complicated! I’m trying to avoid the whole subject, but this week commences the beginning of preparing to move. Prayers would be appreciated.
I’m moving in a month (into an awesome condo where I will have plenty of extra space for guests…) and as much as I have been dreading it, you just reminded me that it could be worse! So thanks. 🙂