Oh, what a night...

It's 10pm on Saturday night. That means 11 and a half days since the family flew away (and probably at least as many more until I see them again), it also means 36 hours until the movers arrive to pack it all away. This is the moment I've been dreading for years, getting all of this "stuff" bundled up and out across the country. My preferred means of moving is to do it all myself in many, many car trips over a period of time. Having to prepare everything all at once for other people to move and then, once they're gone to have that be it with no second thoughts? Well...

It all seems like too much preperation for me. I got down to the annoying stuff to pack and then this evening my sister Jennifer spent hours helping me box and package stuff up... Until we ran out of boxes. That help was a great relief. And I think it puts me in a reasonably good position for tomorrow which is the day that everything needs to be done.

Sadly, I think there will be much more stuff to be moved than I had anticipated and I need to thoroughly size up what is left and get boxes for it... Then once it's done. I still have 5 days here in which I won't have a computer or a stereo or a phone or anything. That will be an interesting week.

Breakfast of Champion's!

Yep... Thank you, Shepard's! It actually was quite tasty. The one true Voodoo Donut.


I wonder what's for dinner?

Honestly, I do keep thinking that I need to eat some kind of greenery... But it's just not my way. The family is still gone and it just gets weirder feeling without them. As one would expect, my dietary ways are falling victim to it. At least I'm doing better than Lottie who is not pleased with the change of events: being alone all day, her girls being gone. She woke my up at five this morning with a terrible mournful howling. The poor girl.

In more relevant things, I have packed I think about 6 boxes. Sometimes I think I'm not going to get anywhere, but then sometimes I think that it is just that the furniture all still being around will make it seem unpacked. Who knows. Tonight and tomorrow I plan on doing some serious packing and, tomorrow especially, I need to make the storage space all ready for the movers. It will be nice to get that out of the way. Though the thought of trying to move all of the records back to the apartment so that I can sort through them is a bit overwhelming... Sorting them in the hallway of the storage place sound worse...

one foot after another

I have two re4asons for not posting. One is that this whole thing has been somewhat mentally overwelming, and I've been ignoring it at the same time. Blended with the reality that, aside from giving notice at work, I haven't done anything towards the move yet... Except for worry.

Now though? The family flew out this morning and are currently enjoying the below-freezingness of Vermont. I am about an hour into being home in this new situation and have my work cut out for me. Hopefully I can start doing some of it. I have 12 days to prepare for the magic move, and I can't quite tell if that seems like plenty of time, or no time at all.

Quiet days

I know, I haven't posted in a while, and the last post was a bit of a downer. Well, it's probably because I haven't done anything yet. I haven't given notice (at work or the apartment), looked for work, packed anything or made concrete moving plans.

Caitlin not only has given notice and has a week left of work, but also has her tickets! So I have some catching up to do... But, I have sent some feelers out for the moving, surfed around a bit to get a sense of the job situation (ek!) and Steve put in for his time off for the trip! So I think that next week will be the one to accomplish (or at least proceed with) the above steps.

That's all good! Yesterday I was feeling pretty good about the moving to Vermont, so I hope to expand on that with a more upbeat "Good things abut moving to the Kingdom" post, sometime soon. Though it is brief and not frequently updated, I did enjoy reading this blog, Our Vermont Travelblog, in which some folks are documenting their progress in visiting the 251 towns of Vermont. They even have a picture of the General Store that Caitlin grew up in, so that's fun!