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.