“I have enough plaid shirts–truly.” Those were Stef’s words as she pulled a single shirt from a packing box and handed it to Helaine. One shirt in this undertaking is the equivalent of “pissing in the ocean!¹”
Stef is moving on January 6. Her belongings are heading out first. That’s why there’s a packing frenzy on this day before Christmas.
Thanks to the sage advice of a friend who’s “been there, done that” Stef’s stuff is going to California via FedEx Ground. Sorry USPS, you’ve been beaten on this job. FedEx is cheaper with superior tracking.
I vaguely remember my first move from home. I can guarantee you it had none of the organizational skill Helaine is lending to this move. I sort of threw things in my VW and headed out. I still had enough room left over to pick up a hitchhiker who then let me sleep on a dorm floor at Georgetown!
Stef will arrive in California with all her stuff, even her car, waiting for her. That’s a lot more than I could have handled.
She just walked by with a full load of handbags heading toward a box. I stared.
“I left a bunch of them upstairs,” she said.
I’m a guy. This is not my expertise. Still, I didn’t know a single person could have that many bags without also owning a store.
In Stef’s defense this has been her home for 20 years. You accrue over time. She especially accrues!
The boxes and car are being shipped to my secretive friend in the San Fernando Valley. Hopefully the timing is right for her possessions to get there not long before we do (and certainly not after).
Along with the physical baggage there’s emotional baggage attached to this trip. Even at college Stef was never more than an hour or two away. Now she will be fully a country away. That’s a big change for all of us.
This physical moving of freight is no big deal compared to the other.
¹ – Update: I am told the shirt Stef is leaving is actually Helaine’s shirt, though she has never worn it!