Stitchfix dress (similar here and here); F21 sandals (similar); Target clutch (similar) and sunnies; Urban Outfitter’s hat (similar.)
I’m sitting in my house on the last day before the movers descend and pack away five years worth of memories. One of the blessings of being in the military is having people come and pack for you. If you’re going to move a lot in life, this is an amazing side benefit, right? This means my house looks just about the same as it always does, everything is in its place and to a strangers eye it doesn’t look like we are moving.
I’ve been purging and organizing, throwing away broken toys, donating multiple bags to Goodwill and separating what will come with us on our car ride to Michigan and what will be on the moving truck. The kids have small bags (actually, I gave them laundry baskets) of their favorite items we can’t bear to part with in our travels. Bags are packed (mostly) and sit at the foot of my bed, ready to be loaded into the car. We are staying with my mom during the packing process, taking time to soak in having her just a 20 minute car ride away. Missing her, leaving her, not seeing her daily is an ache in my heart that is a constant lump in my throat. It hurts to think about that part.
Now we just wait. We have our last day to eat here, as a family, for one last time. Sleep in our beds surrounded by these walls, wake up to look out these windows, be a family in this house. It takes three days to pack our things and load them on the truck, and another to touch up the house and make it pretty for our renters. Then we leave, on Sunday.
On to another place, another house to build memories in. A week long car trip to fun places along the way and friends we haven’t seen in forever.
All this awaits us, but today I have one last day. I’m going to soak it all in. And enjoy.