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I wish I'd written this three months ago and then heeded my own advice

We’ve moved five times since 2005. I think the most recent move has been the most stressful for me, even though it was an in-town move that we’ve known about for months. I was less prepared than I should have been when moving day arrived, and my dad brought down most of the things that we’ve had in storage at his house. Which means that we have far more to unpack than we packed.

The alarming number of boxes left to unpack has me feeling a little overwhelmed at the moment, so I’m taking a break to share with you a few things that I wish I had done this time.

Channel your inner Bob Wiley.
The last time we moved, I was a little obsessive in the labeling of boxes. I wrote the room and the box’s contents on an index card and taped the card to the top of the box. It made packing a little bit slower, but it made unpacking a breeze. We didn’t do that this time, and the unpacking has been chaotic.

Make a “Clean Sweep.”
Have you seen that show? A group of organization experts go into a house and show its occupants how to clean it up. The houses are usually just filled to the brim with stuff. The first thing the experts do it take everything out of the house and put it into three piles: sell, trash and keep. I don’t think we qualify for the “Clean Sweep” experience, but we do have a lot of stuff we don’t need. And we moved a lot of stuff that we shouldn’t have. As I’m unpacking, I’ve set up a “Donate” box. Next time, I’ll try to remember to do it as we’re packing.

Be forward-thinking.
In the past, I’ve kept a few meals in the freezer, ready to be heated up or prepared when I needed them. Having five or six meals ready to pop into the CrockPot would’ve been a big help this week.

Stay out of the closet.
Shoving boxes into closets might give you a little more floorspace, but it’s going to mean trouble once you start unpacking. If the closets are already full, where will the stuff go? At least, I’d imagine that would make things more difficult. I certainly wouldn’t know from experience.

And stay off the porch.
That uncovered porch looks like a good place to put a few things in the short-term, doesn’t it? And seeing as we’re in these extreme drought conditions, we sure won’t get two-straight days of rain. Right? Wrong. Things will be more crowded if you resist the urge to use that outdoor space, but at least you won’t have to haul sopping-wet furniture into an already-packed room later.

Now then. Back to the boxes.

All my daydreams are disasters

So.

Yesterday went from Little Inconvenience to Teeth-Gnashing Panic to Resigned Sadness in about a 4-hour period.

Inconvenience
My age was wrong on Poppy’s birth certificate, and we had to jump through great flaming hoops from here to the state capital to get it fixed. But get it fixed we did, and Rockford is going to submit an application for a baby passport this morning. (Baby passport! I hope it’s tiny and pink!)

Panic
After our fun afternoon in the dingy little state office, we returned to find a message from the university: “Hello! Your fellowship is over! No more money for you! Have a great day!” This was not expected. Not at all. And it was not good news. We were prepared to go a little while with no income, but we don’t have the funding to cover this. We went over our options. Sell an organ? Turn to a life of crime? Go to bed and cry? That’s what I wanted to do, but Rockford is far more proactive. Which leads us to …

Sadness
Rockford talked to his boss, who agreed to hire Rockford as a “consultant” until they wrap up the project he’s been working on. That will likely take until August. Our lease expires on July 1, and it would cost more for both of us to work and put Poppy in day care than it does for one of us to stay home. Hence: Rockford will be looking for a sublease or a kindly friend with a spare room for the month of July, and Poppy and I will be visiting family solo until he finishes.

I’m not crazy about this plan, but it’s a financial necessity. I hate money.