Tomorrow’s the big day! My husband and I, our 5 daughters, and our dog will pile in our minivan and make about a 20 hour drive to Virginia. I’m excited, nervous, happy, sad, pretty much all of the emotions. Virginia is home. But Texas has been our home for 2 years, and the friendships we’ve made are very hard to leave.
I am writing this post as I sit (on the floor with no furniture) on hold with all of the companies I have procrastinated calling to disconnect our utilities, internet, trash, etc. Why did I not do this earlier, you ask? Good question. I needed Ryan Gosling.
All our worldly possessions are on a truck headed to a new state. And I sit here wondering how in an empty house, we still manage to lose things so easily.
Well maybe because one room in our house is not empty.
Seriously all that has to find a way to fit in our car or be shipped or thrown away. And we leave tomorrow!
One child has the sniffles, and I give her the side-eye. Then everyone gets slathered with oils. There will be no sickness to be shared on the epic road trip.
As I’ve crossed the items on a list to sell a house, look for a house, get through the last day of school, make it through a massive recital day, I’ve arrived at the week to focus on moving day. And so here we are. Moving eve. We’ll make it. It’ll get done. Just like it always does. Tears may be shed. Sleep may be scarce. Moods may get testy, but we are all going together.
That’s the important thing, right? Please keep reminding me that. At least I remembered to schedule a bath for the dog today. He’ll probably be the best smelling one in the car tomorrow.