I’m a little surprised by how much our packers accomplished. Today was supposed to be a “pre-pack” day, which I assumed meant they wanted to get a little head start on packing things into boxes.
I’m pecking this blog post out on my iPhone because the Big Mac has already been packed up. I’m sitting on the loaner bed, something I didn’t expect to be doing for another night or two. Our packers finished about 70% of the job between the hours of 8 a.m. & 6 p.m. today.
I’m very pleased but a little shocked at the same time. I expected to have a little time to say goodbye to our house (the way it was set up) than I did. I should have taken more pictures. This is one part of moving that is tough: leaving a home where we made many memories and brought a child into the world.
This is the only house Parker has ever known. He didn’t understand when he walked into his room and it was full of boxes. No crib, no toys, no changing table. I told him the movers were going to take all his things to Parker’s new house and he responded in his two-year-old first-person manner: Pah-Kah not want that man take my toys to Pah-Kah’s new house.”
I don’t worry that we won’t make new memories or have great times in our next place but the grieving must take place and it has begun. It hit me pretty hard when we came back from the gym tonight and walked in to a practically empty house.
This is tough, but it is as it should be. We are sad, but we are at peace.