Here's my advice: never, EVER think that 7 weeks is plenty of time to get your house packed up while you are working full time and have turned in your notice to work up until the day before you will be packing up the moving truck. Up until the last few nights, I knew I needed help but stupidly did not ask for it. And there's only so much help an 11 and 8 year old can give when you are putting 95% of your belongings into storage for 4-6 months and you need to make sure boxes that need to stay with you are appropriately marked. Here's what the truck looked like after we got everything in that was going on it:
Anyway, we are all in one place after being apart for 5 1/2 weeks except for a couple weekends where John drove home. It still doesn't feel real to me that this area will be our new "home," but I'm guessing that feeling will hit with full force as soon as I find a job to start working again and the kids start school in the fall. It was really weird to leave our house in Memphis and see it as empty as the day we bought it 11 years ago.
I do know one thing after all this is said and done: I have some of the best friends a girl could ask for. Everything that got done in order for this move to happen would never have happened if it weren't for them. I will miss them all dearly and can't wait for us to have our own place so that they can come visit.
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