Oh man. There are so many moving pieces involved in this upcoming move, and I’m only in control of maybe half of them. For a Type-A Control Freak like myself, that’s disconcerting.
We’re waiting on about a million things to fall into place, but I have a feeling it will be a waterfall effect: once the first thing happens, they’ll all just happen in a row. I mean, I hope that’s how it goes. Otherwise I may lose my mind.
I’m trying really, really hard not to stress TOO much about the things I can’t control. (I swear, I’m trying.) I’m focusing on the things I can do.
Since this is a company move, we can’t pack our own things — the movers will pack for us. But my goal is to have ONLY the stuff we’re taking with us still in the house when the movers get here. And there are a lot of things we aren’t taking. I told B that when we get to England and start unpacking, I don’t want to open boxes and think “Why did I bring this?”. I want to be excited to see my stuff again.
We’re sorting our stuff into piles: Storage, Good Will, and Trash. I am mercilessly purging things (and then wondering why I didn’t get rid of most of it years ago). Every day I go through at least one closet, or one drawer, or one cabinet and I try to reduce it by at least half, maybe more. And I’m simultaneously sorting items: one cabinet is stuff we still need to use but won’t take with us, another cabinet is stuff we’ll have packed and shipped.
We’ve made a lot of progress, but I feel like there’s just so much more to get done. And this week we have painters coming, lawn care guys coming to do a yard clean up, a tile guy coming to fix up my master bathroom, and a photographer coming to take pictures of the house to use in the rental listing. Plus we have baseball, soccer, swimming, piano, and school activities. Plus work.
While I know we’re so lucky to even have this opportunity to move overseas, the amount of stuff I’m trying to balance right now is almost laughable. It’s a serious task to keep myself from just freaking out.
Matt likes to tell me not to worry because we’ll get it all done (which makes me want to punch him in the face, because I know it will all get done BECAUSE I’M DOING IT.) He IS right, though, and it WILL get done, and then we’ll be off on our grand adventure and it will all be worth it.
I just have to make it through the next few weeks with my sanity intact.