On the eve of our second move in just over 3 months, I'm finally getting around to blogging about our first move. It feels a bit like writing a late entry to a diary or putting an already-completed item on a checklist just so that I can check it off, but I can't let all my photos and memories go to waste by just skipping on to the present.
So here is the belated story of our move from Johnson City.
I packed about 100 boxes, trying to be ultra-organized with color coding and carefully labeling each box.
Then I had to leave quickly for Arkansas to spend Mom's last days with her, and my family (minus Rebecca who was still at college) was left to do the rest of the packing and moving without me. So the labels of the remaining boxes became things like "Kitchen Randomness" and "Dad's Crap." I was also distressed to find titles like "Bathroom Cabnit," but spelling has not been a strong suit with my kids.
We were so blessed to have some great helpers, especially two of my friends, Tina Riley and Laura O'Bryan. Terry was pretty stressed and still can't even talk about the help that Tina gave without tearing up.
I had been so emotional about moving from this house that I loved, so I'm glad that I wasn't there to see this site. It still makes me sorta sad to look at it:
On the way to Knoxville, the boat trailer had a flat on the interstate, and the next day, Terry clipped the gutter when backing up the moving van. Like I said, I'm glad I was not there. They basically just dumped our junk in the house before driving to Arkansas. So though I didn't have the joy of packing, I definitely DID get to unpack.