Not a Fan!

Our home is due to close on Monday, September 22nd. We are scheduled to move on Saturday, September 27th. Last night we began packing.

I have concluded that I am not a fan of packing or moving. Don't get me wrong, I am completely excited to be moving into our new place. Everything has been moving along as scheduled and this past Friday, we signed papers for the park the home is in. But the whole process of packing makes me crazy!

It took me a half an hour just to get all of my candles packed, and I don't even have that many. I wrapped them up, along with the votive holders, put them in a box and then realized I had more that I had forgotten about. By the time I finished packing the candles, I ended up with most of them in one box, that box being then placed inside another box, with additional candles next to it, a few other things and then a basket wedged in between one side of the big box and the one inside of it. I know...exhausting even to read, right? Ugh!

This is the fifth time I have moved in the past four years and I am not looking forward to going through this again - and Ben isn't excited to move my big, heavy, awkward piano for the third time in two years. And we seem to have accumulated more stuff, since being married. (How did that happen?) I am not looking forward to the month it will end up taking to fully unpack, or to the unsettled feeling of living in the midst of boxes and craziness. (I'm one of those people who needs everything in its place asap! In fact, the first thing I have to do after traveling somewhere, is completely unpack and put everything where it needs to go, just so I feel at peace.)

I am, however, excited to be moving into the very first home Ben and I will own. And I am super excited to know that this will be the last time we will have to move for (hopefully) about five or so years! (And Ben's pretty excited knowing he won't have to move my piano again for a very long time!)