Moving DayI awoke around 6 am. I heard him rustling in the master bedroom...soon to be MY bedroom. I told myself, "keep it together today, kiddo, you're almost through this."
We made it through a peaceful breakfast. He ate quickly so he could attend to the last-minute packing of clothes, toiletries, etc. I made sure to stay out of his way. While it's a stressful day for me, it's an even more stressful day for him. Not only is his life changing, his address is changing as well.
The movers arrived on-time at 8 am. They were professional and pleasant. I had a copy of "the list" with me, to ensure the correct items made it onto the moving truck. Even with the list, a few items did mistakenly move with him. He assures me they'll be returned. Without fanfare or drama, his entire life was loaded and hitting the road by 9:30.
He packed the last of the things he was driving over into his (company's) car. Then, he looked at me and said, "give me a call later," and left.
That's when the shock of everything hit me. I cried for possibly the fourth time in this process. My steely resolve could finally be discarded. I could RELAX. To celebrate my independence, I went about rearranging furniture to my liking. I reorganized the garage and ba
By nightfall, I had the house to my liking.
I am truly enjoying the beginning of my new life.