Moving is a lot of work, but packing up your worldly goods and transporting them from point A to point B is fairly straightforward. I wish that had been the case in my situation. My move from PA to FL involved a few “extra” steps:
- Packing to be ready for the movers on August 28th
- Coordinating the arrival and unloading of my belongings at the destination on September 1st
- Designating certain boxes to be first on the truck, so they could be last off the truck, so that I would have easier access to them once they were put in storage
- Leaving cleaning supplies, vacuum, lights, some tools, and an assortment of other items needed to clean up the apartment until September 2nd, when I had to turn in the keys
- Moving those items to a friend’s house until my final departure on October 20th
- Leaving enough clothes, toiletries, computer, and other items needed for day-to-day living until my final departure on October 20th
Of course, there was a lot of other things going on during this time that made it even more chaotic.
- I had just returned from FL on August 2nd after spending two weeks getting my daughter situated. She accepted a position in Orlando and we had to get her a car and an apartment, so that she was ready to start work on July 27th.
- My mother had about two doctor appointments each week, from September 1st until the time I left.
- I was frantically trying to get instructions in place for the person who would take over my job. I was already working a reduced schedule so that I could take mom to her appointments.
- I was dealing with many emotions during this whole time: guilt, fear, sadness, and excitement to name a few
I spent three weeks packing a two bedroom apartment and at one point it felt like I would NEVER get every single thing packed. I had moved eight years prior and left a lot of stuff behind, but had acquired a few new things along the way. I couldn’t fathom what it must be like to pack an entire house, complete with attic and basement. I couldn’t do it.
Right now me and my belongings are in limbo. I’m living temporarily with my son and daughter-in-law, who graciously invited me to stay with them while I job search. Because this is a new start, I really want to make good decisions. I want to hold out for a job that is truly meaningful. Which job that is, I’m not sure.
My son came in from work the other day and asked me if I was keeping busy. I responded, “Oh, yes. I’m busy trying to find myself.”
He reminded me that I’m 54 years old and if I haven’t found myself yet, I probably never will.
But I remain hopeful.
4 thoughts on “My Life in Boxes”
Good luck on your job search. I’m a true believer that the right thing will come along at the perfect time. My daughter is preparing to move from Orlando to Missouri in January. I’m definitely going to pass along some of your packing experience to her, if you don’t mind. I wish you the very best, and have faith that you’ll find yourself and will end up exactly where you are supposed to be.
Thank you kindly for your good wishes! I hope things go smoothly for your daughter. Change is a fact of life and can be exciting & scary at the same time. I hope to find a job that I enjoy and brings meaning to my life…as well as a paycheck! 🙂
I really enjoy reading your blog! I was laughing out loud reading this post because I am exactly the same when I move! I definitely related to your points about strategically planning which boxes get loaded on the truck first and leaving cleaning items and tools out for the final cleanup.
I wish you the very best of luck on the job search, and believe you will find a great job that you enjoy and pays well! 🙂
Thank You! I am wishing you lots of luck as well and will enjoy watching your adventure unfold!
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