Hey there! How are you doing? I hope you are good. We have packed up our house, cleaned the heck out of it and are now living in TLF (Temporary Living Facility). It is a funny place full of other families in limbo. They are either just getting here and waiting for a house or trying to leave and waiting for their military member to sign out. My husband keeps referring to this apartment as a family space capsule. He has a point. There are the 5 of us humans, 1 big lab, and 2 fancy cats residing in about 150 square feet. Outside it is as hot as the surface of the sun and inside it is freezing cold with the air conditioner being totally out of our control even though there is a dial thermostat. I am pretty sure there are cameras and they are just watching us and testing us to see how we react to different stimuli....heck this entire Air Force base has been one social experiment after another. Did I tell you about the time I went to the commissary and they were playing a psyops recording over the sound system of crying hungry babies and some broken record player noise? I think I began to spontaneously lactate and I was actually searching for the hungry baby before I figured out where the noise was coming from. Let me tell you that Dan the commissary manager got a piece of my mind that day! I have many more tales but they are best saved for another time as we are not out of here yet!
All moves are different right? I think our best one was the one from Germany to the US. All of our packers were Lithuanian and the only way to communicate with them was hand signs. They were so professional...and a bit thuggish. They took over the elevator thing that was being used by our neighbors who were moving out at the same time.
I don't think this move will go down on record as one of our best. The majority of our stuff just got stacked in the truck, not wrapped or packed at all. The driver of the 18 wheeler was a man dressed entirely in a marijuana pajama outfit and white socks pulled up to his knees. I wonder what he was thinking (and where he was shopping) when he decided a short and shirt set stenciled all over with little neon dope leaves would be a professional thing to dress himself in? Just imagine a 7 foot man with a booming bass voice, socks pulled up to his knees and marijuana clothing assuring you that everything would probably be just fine. He will be pulling into Kansas City in about 12 hours, and the entire truck would be off loaded into a warehouse until they can find someone to move it into our new house. Thrilling.
After all the packing, sorting and cleaning I really wouldn't care if all our stuff drove straight into a wormhole never to be seen again. I thought I had been so good about getting rid of the rubbish 3 kids and I have accumulated over 2 years, but I am pretty sure a ton of it slipped through into the boxes.
I love to move, but I hate actually MOVING. Oh well, I got to do a fantastic studio clean up and I anticipate another one when I start setting up my sewing studio on Leavenworth. I think I am going to sell a bunch of fabric that I just don't use for either bags or quilts. It is great stuff....just nothing I will be using in the foreseeable future.
OK, my blogging will be spotty over the next few weeks. Please say hi if you see us on our journey north. We will be hard to miss....a truck, a van 3 kids 2 fluffy cats and 2 half mad adults and a hundred quilts that for some reason did not get packed. They are all in the van and back of the truck.