Moving

I have lots of experience at moving. My Dad was discharged from the Navy when I was 3 months old and I made my first move from one living quarters to another. Of course, I have no memory of that. I have memories of a couple places where we lived when I was a toddler but I don’t remember those actual moves. Kids, I think, rarely remember the actual moves. I just know we moved in the middle of kindergarten. And again as I started 5th grade. And again at age 15. And I live in four different places during four years of high school.

Dave was in the Army when we married and we lived in eleven different places the first ten years we were married. I remember those moves and all the ones that followed. But, never have I had a move like this one.

Normally, when you move from one place to another you start way in advance and pack boxes of the things you rarely use then stash those boxes in some corner or another. On moving day, your helpers come, whether they be friends and relatives or paid movers, and everything gets moved to the new place all at once. Then you start unpacking the boxes until you are all moved in.

But we’ve been living the last year and a half in a 24-foot motorhome. There’s very little in it we don’t use regularly. And there’s no place to stash boxes as we packed them. So we moved bit by bit.

We parked the motorhomes side by side, packed a bag or two from the old RV, moved that stuff into the new RV, unpacked it and found places to stash it, then went back to the old RV to do it again.

Everything had to be unpacked and put away as soon as it was moved because we never knew when the dealer was going to want to move the RV into the shop to do more of the warranty work. The new RV had to be ready to be moved all the time. So we had a couple of days of being discombobulated.

I got ready to brush my teeth only to discover my toothbrush was in one RV and the toothpaste in the other. I got hungry then discovered the food was in one RV and the cooking utensils in the other. My lumbar pillow was, and still is, always in the wrong one. I had one can of pop in the new one and three cases of pop in the old one.

Even when we get stuff over here there are the challenges of deciding what goes where. Did you ever try to pack a movable pantry that has adjustable shelves? You’d be surprised how long that apparently simple task takes.

I hate clutter! It makes me grumpy.

I am going to be so glad when we are done moving. So is Dave. 🙂

TTYL,

Linda