Yesterday, the arrival of packers marked the commencement our PCS. As of this afternoon, we’re about 75% packed and by this evening, our house will no longer resemble the home we’ve made over the last few years. Due to poor planning on our part, the moving truck will not arrive until Monday so we will officially be living in Box City over the weekend – thank goodness for neighbors and their washer and dryer.
Even though we are well under our weight allowance, it will have taken the packers two full days to put all of our worldly possession in boxes. It just seems so unnecessary to have as much stuff as we do. It feels glutenous. In the corner of our master bedroom is our DO NOT PACK pile, filled with items to sustain us for up to a month without our household goods. And you know what? The pile is enough. Sure – it would be a bummer if something were to happen to our stuff en route to Kansas, but it wouldn’t impact our happiness or our ability to live. So why do we allow ourselves to accumulate so much? But that’s another post for another day…
Over the last week, we’ve been asked about moving stress and if we’re feeling it. Truthfully? We really don’t find PCSing all that stressful. We’re not that guy above. We’ve got this down. Perhaps that is because we’ve moved quite a bit (I think in our 10+ years of marriage, we’ve had 12 or 13 addresses) or maybe it’s because we’ve learned to be go with the flow when it comes to situations that are entirely beyond our control (ahem Army). Also, we haven’t done an overseas move yet and those tend to be quite more complicated than a CONUS (contiguous United States) move so that is probably yet another reason why we fall onto the cool as a cucumber category. I just don’t feel the need to stress about moving. We make sure to accomplish what we need to and then don’t fret about things beyond our control. Are there parts that are less fun than others? Of course – welcome to adulthood. Can it be frustrating to coordinate the packing, transportation, and delivery of your household goods?
But it’s nothing a little wine can’t fix.
I’ll concede that it was definitely a lot easier to move before these guys entered the picture…
But then again, as Theodore Roosevelt said, “nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty…“
I suppose the point of this post other than to inform the world that our possessions are trapped inside recyclable materials is to say – don’t stress about moving. Do what you need to do and then don’t worry about anything beyond your control. After all – life’s too short, man.