What doesn't feel so fun is the packet of strawberry Poptarts I just put into my body. I can't remember the last time I ate those, but getting to the slim pickings of my small food stash I grabbed one from the box I have for Mr. Charming this morning. That will sure help my body be ready for the beach this weekend.
Anyways, the real reason for this post is a thank you. I'm sending much gratitude to none other than my amazing mother, PMT!
Mom along with my cousins Caroline & Lizzie
My grandfather (Poppi) was in the air force when my mom was growing up so she moved around a lot, from CT to NY, MD, HI, back to MD. With all of that moving and packing she sure learned some great skills! My mother is probably the most efficient packer in the entire world. Being only 10 when we moved as a family I don't recall much, but through my many moves over the past six years she's been there to show me the way and her skills have rubbed off on me.
Give her (or me now!) a huge pile of junk and she can neatly puzzle piece into a box. Have a ton of boxes and furniture that needs to fit into a trunk, van, truck? With some maneuvering she'll get everything in when an average person might end up taking two trips. I'm not quite sure how it's done but I'm glad I learned how to do it.
Moving to college, out of the residence hall, back for sophomore year into an apartment, out of that apartment to an off campus place for a month, back to campus in the Sigma suite, out of the suite into my first big girl apartment, then completely out of Wilmington, and into an apartment for a month in Raleigh and finally back home, I sure learned the ways of efficient packing. If that wasn't enough I was then forced to live out of a suitcase for a year. After paying a pretty penny for being 20 lbs. over weight on my first chapter visit I got it down.
My "stuff" that accumulated from Aug. '06 to May '09 when I finally left Wilmington...plus my little car full of stuff!
Then it was time to pack up again and move down to USC, and now the first apartment I lived in all by myself is almost all the way packed up. With the help from Mr. Charming and his
gas guzzling huge Nissan Titan, we were able to take a load that I thought would need both of our cars last night. I started to build his moving skills, showing him how to puzzle piece fit furniture, boxes and odds and ends in together. And so the learning continues.
I may still hate to pack and move, but at least I can do it right!