Moving out is not as easy as I thought it would be. My shoulder has been killing me and my stress level is at an all time high. We are down to the final few days before we close on the house and I am seriously regretting not requesting a later closing/possession date.
This has been a tough three days and to complicate matters further, Amy’s knees are in bad shape. They have swollen to nearly double their normal size and she can hardly move. On Friday, the reality of how much we had left to do started to sink in. This isn’t going to be like when we moved to a new house. This time we won’t have another house so all the loose ends must be tied up, they can’t just be thrown on the back of a moving truck to deal with later. I knew we would figure this out, but it wasn’t going to be easy at all.
On Saturday, two close friends came by to pick up the couches they purchased. Chris took one look around and said, “I hope you don’t have to be out today, cause you would be screwed!” Thankfully we still had four more days at that point, but we weren’t far removed from being screwed. My mom and Ben would be by soon to start helping move out the bedroom furniture that they purchased from us and the girls furniture that Ben made for them. That would be a major piece for sure, but it wasn’t nearly enough. After nearly seven hours of loading and unloading we still had more to do…they would have to return the next day to help get it done.
Needless to say, I slept poorly on Saturday night. Despite my physical exhaustion I couldn’t help run through the list of all the unfinished items. I kept wondering, how is this going to happen when Amy can hardly walk…Not to mention that if she is more seriously injured than tendonitis or bursitis it may have big impacts on our other plans. As the morning dawned, Amy’s sister and nephew came over to help and so did my mother and Ben. It turned into another long, exhausting day, but we made massive progress. Progress to the point where my stress started to wane and I could actually sit down, enjoy a cheeseburger (albeit with no furniture other than lawn chairs) and watch the Bronco game.
This was an emotional weekend, often feeling physically beat down and mentally overwhelmed. But it was a reminder of how important our friends and families are to us. Without them, we would be nowhere near a point where we can finally say goodbye to our house and take this trip. It is also a reminder that we will face some challenges during this adventure and that we won’t always have their immediate physical support to rely on in a pinch. It is exciting and a little frightening at the same time to think about how we might overcome such times.