There's some strong denial going on over here. We have to be out of our San Diego home by the 30th of October, but have the Uhaul showing up in a week so we can spend the last week tying up any loose ends. I have a giant list of people to say goodbye to, last foods to eat and a proper mental "thank-you" to this Harmony home that's brought us so much peace and joy after the rough few years before it.
I also suck at packing and cleaning. It is definitely not in my God-given skill set, and yet I carry on because one can only put one foot in front of the other. All in all, this move is so much easier than getting kicked out of your home and dealing with a pedophile. This move is a blessed piece of cake in comparison, but omw, how did we accumulate so much stuff? I feel like my house is like a giant Mary Poppins bag. Each closet produces more stuff than is mathematically possible to fit in that square footage.
In our new homestead (we're in escrow on a place in the Missouri Ozarks...so crossing fingers and praying it all goes through), I plan on being a minimalist who only buys beautiful long lasting things. (It's always good to have unattainable goals, right?)
Until then, it's all mattresses on the floor and pizza on napkins over here.