Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Our Life, Temporarily Reduced to Boxes

We are up to our eyeballs (well, I am - Gary's 6'3" and I'm not stacking boxes that high) and full steam ahead in our cross-country move and so far, the experience has been only mildly heartbreaking. It must be from all the times my family and I moved when I was a kid, because this isn't the hardest part for me. In fact, it's pretty invigorating and liberating. Going through stuff I haven't seen in a while, getting rid of stuff I haven't used since our last move (which is basically my personal golden rule - 1 year and it's out!), making room for new stuff later on! We recently gave a bunch of stuff to Goodwill, but most of it was my old clothes and some baby items. Gary hardly gave anything away, so while packing up our bedroom I noticed much of the clothes are his. Hmm.

But anyway. We currently have a miniature city in our living room, with the stacked boxes for skyscrapers and everything else as... everything else. The hardest part about packing has been to remember not to pack everything up at once, since we started 2 weekends ago, and to also remember to pack for the trip. With Gary road-tripping it and me flying with the munchkin, we need to make sure we have everything we need for the actual trip(s) to getting to our final destination.

And then, there's the emotional component of such a massive move - this is the hardest part for me, by far. Leaving my family, my entire family; to follow my dream and carve a niche in this world comes at a price and that is physically removing myself and my small clan from my parent's life. They haven't said anything to me about it, but my grandma says she's never seen my father so stressed in his life. And to the few people she's talked to about it, my mom is saddened to see her grandson go. We all know it's extremely temporary, that Daniel won't remember this part of his life, and we'll be back here in California before we know it. This is something that my grandmothers had to endure time and time again with my parents moving us around; I don't think my mom ever thought she'd have to witness the same thing with me, but such is life.
I spent yesterday with my best girl friends, something I'm glad I got to do because I don't feel like I'm going to be able to bid everyone I know a proper fair well. I would have made time for them regardless, but it just sort of magically fell into place yesterday and I'm so thankful for it. Later on this week, I'll have dinner with other family members I didn't get to see last week or over the weekend. This coming Saturday, we will pack up all of our belongings and head down to San Diego; on Sunday, Gary and my brother will set out towards the Midwest and on Monday, my mom and I fly to Minneapolis to see my family. My aunt will be driving us down to Sioux City, again helping me out immensely and showing that it really does take a village to move even a small family.

By this time next week, I will be in the town I call home for at least the next 2 or 3 years.


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