As morning broke, I was full of anxiety. I have moved many times, but it seems that each is a little worse than the time before. I know that is just perception because there have been a couple that have been better than others along the way. I guess it is also that my trust level has been whittled down. So, this morning on the day that my household goods were scheduled to arrive, I was apprehensive. Over the weekend, I cleaned my room and made sure everything was put away so that when chaos ensued I would not lose the things that I knew I had this morning. It was a great opportunity to do a “before” photo to show you what my room has looked like for the last month.
Then about 8AM, I received a call to say that the truck had arrived. When the packers left it looked like my life had been stuck in a bottle and shaken up, then thrown out onto my floor. There were damages and there was stress, but after an inventory, I had checked that all of my high value things were there and most of everything else. I think I did get it all, but because I left somethings at home, I sometimes think that I brought something that I didn’t. I do see everything that I thought was important to me.
The drop off and paperwork took maybe twenty minutes and I was left with a mess to clean up. For the next several hours, I spent unpacking and putting everything away. For the most part, I am finished. Now, it is a matter of getting used to where things are and begin to call this home. Monica and I try to make our home wherever we are, for however long. So, even though my heart is in Kansas, I will try to make this home, at least for the next eleven months.