We're about a week into packing for our move into our teeny tiny summer rental. We're up to our eyeballs in boxes, and trying to sort out what's going to our rental and what's going to storage. There's an immense pile of garbage outside of stuff we've purged. And, in addition to people stopping by to pick up the broken 8-year-old umbrella stroller, my husband caught someone actually digging through our garbage can the other day (because yes, that's where we pitched the gold bullion).
Six years ago I moved back to western Pa. from Virginia, and I got a partial pack (the movers did the kitchen and other breakables). I swore then that if I ever moved again (and of course, I was never going to), I would spring for the full pack.
Well, here I am six years later, now with two kids instead of one, and lots lots more crap. And, foolishly I decided the packing was too much money.
I think I'm taking a cue from Nick of "New Girl" and make a video to my future self with the follow advice:
"Dear future self,
You are not allowed to move again unless you have enough money to:
a. Have someone pack absolutely all of your stuff. That includes grandma's punch bowl and the kids keepsakes that you classily keep in a Yuengling box.
b. Sell the house fully furnished as if you are some billionaire on "Million Dollar Listing," allowing you to abandon all your possessions and start over again. The kids will live without keepsakes. "
Clearly packing has already caused brain damage. Two weeks until move 1, three weeks until closing on the old house and four weeks until construction begins.