I discovered today that I really don't like the sound of packing tape dispensers.
Today was the first day of our scheduled two-day packout of our Household Effects (HHE). Most everything we own is now in a box
The cats are not impressed with our redecorating.
The movers arrived right on time (because the are Estonian...so of course), and brought in all their packing materials (including bubble wrap....I love them!...okay, except for the one with the cell phone with breaking glass as a ring tone. I could see the humor once my heart restarted.). The cats and the parrot were safely tucked away in "safe rooms," marked like this:
And yes, it actually worked.
Something about packing out makes it all really real. It is like a break...you have been saying goodbyes, trying to wrap up your work, and yet your place still looks the same. Your routine is largely the same. So how can you really be leaving.
And then people come into your house and put everything in boxes.
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| We have a lot of books. |
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| This pile is taller than I am... of course, that really isn't saying much! |
And suddenly you really feel like it is time. Your place no longer feels like your home...it more closely resembles a corporate apartment...though one filled with boxes. All your stuff has been replaced by those boxes . And most of them are not shaped like your stuff...well, except for my recliner.
Tomorrow they will come back, load all the boxes onto a truck and take our stuff away.
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