For us, “moving day” has been sprawled over eight (yes, EIGHT) very, very long weeks!
It was “moving day” at the end of May when the furniture from our house in Dallas was put into storage.
The next day, my husband departed for London taking with him as much as he could carry. Meanwhile, my son and I moved in with my parents with the rest of it.
It was “moving day” yet again a month later when I had an address where I could ship the rest of our belonging…
My dad and I filled his Suburban to the brim with boxes and brought them to the shipping company’s warehouse. We watched as workmen compactly sealed it all together with industrial saran wrap (probably NOT its technical name) and sent it along its way. By the end of the week, it would be crated and aboard a ship crossing the ocean.
We hadn’t packed anything that could be deemed “irreplaceable”, but I still prayed that we would see our stuff again one day… like in about 6 to 8 weeks as was promised.
Finally, “moving day” comes once more as my son and I board our one-way flight to our new HOME this morning. Strangely, I’ve never had a one-way ticket anywhere. It just feels so… final.
Wish us luck. It will be his first flight ever, and of course, it’s overseas and about 15 hours long…
It will take a few days for us to get settled and who knows how long to get Internet service, but I’ll be sure to post again as soon as I can!