Settling {1}

It's deep here.  I've been wading in a pool of crumpled newspaper so deep that I can barely see out!

 

The only celebratory thing I could pull together for the 4th, was grilled hamburgers. That's it.  No flag t-shirts, no red-white-and-blue anything.  Not a single sparkler was lit, not a fire cracker exploded by anyone in this family.  After a long day of confrontations with crumpled newspaper, we went to bed early, and listened to the explosions around town.  

Thankfully, the boys weren't terribly disappointed, bless their little hearts. 

I think they knew.  These things take time. 

But, I did smile to myself a lot that day.  Because I felt like all my Florida friends who'd helped me pack, were here unpacking with me, and they were probably wearing red, white, and blue! 

 

Each box I opened was numbered in someone's handwriting, and I could tell who.

 

Each box number corresponded with the box log that told me what I'd find packed in there.

No fewer than five friends.  No fewer than five sets of handwriting.

My most sincere advice if you ever have to pack up to move?  Don't ever do it alone.  Because the chatter between friends during the packing days will echo across the days and miles, and you'll hear it once again during your unpacking days.

It's just a little something you won't want to miss.  

Comments

[Beth]

Now I'm thinking we should have randomly added a few tissues to a box every so often. Great advice, there's a lot of bonding that happens in the midst of all that cardboard, newspaper & packing tape.

[Peggy]

you always find a way to touch hearts..the simple sweet words of wisdom you impart..wow girl you are gifted!! Thanks for the continuing journey you have no idea how much it means in my unsettled journey to share yours..blessings on you and your beautiful family

[Mom]

Carmella: From the time you were small and could make your own little bed and clean your half of the bedroom (the big house), you were always so neat and organized. Even in moving you are organized. Moving is usually the time when nothing is organized! And who would have ever thought of a "box log?" How clever. Mom

[Sharon]

Oh! My heart is with you, thank you for sharing so much of yourself. I am brought to tears, happy and sad ones.