After fourteen moves, you would think I would have packing down to an art. But it seems that no matter how organized I am, no matter how soon I start, no matter how many boxes I have sealed and stacked, I realize the week before we're supposed to move that I haven't done nearly enough. So to combat the stress I feel over getting everything boxed up and neatly stowed in a moving trailer, I start shoving our stuff into boxes with wild abandon, hardly noticing what ends up where, even though I know I'll cringe when I haul boxes into our new house that are labeled "Really Random Stuff," and "To Be Organized VI."
I will be a happy lady when I can throw away all the boxes I've saved since we got married, (That's right. I have them all!), and move into a house that I can believe will be our home for more than a few months to a year.