Packing

Well here I sit looking upon the emptiness that will soon no longer be our house. It's weird that after Friday I'll never step foot in this place again. Packing is a lot more stressful than I can remember, 'pack this no don't pack it', 'bigger box', 'smaller box', 'more boxes', 'get rid of this', 'try and sell that', we only have a two bedroom condo!

Packing should be like this;
1- Take stuff and put in box.
2- Continue to repeat step one till the entire contents of the house is all in boxes.
3- Place box in van.
4- Repeat step 3 till all the boxes are in the van.

But no, its not like that. First you go out to every liquor and produce store in town, stuff your van with their boxes, and drive home. Then you spend an entire day, or two, packing boxes, upon boxes, upon boxes of stuff till all mental and physical energy is spent. Only to realize that you used up all of the boxes and managed to just get the china cabinet packed. Exaggeration? Maybe, but I think it paints a pretty good picture of what actually happens.

I'm so glad I have Angela, otherwise I would have thrown everything off the balcony and bought it all new in Edmonton. I've moved 13 times in my life and never was it like this. Mind you my Mom and Dad were the ones responsible to make sure that everything was all packed and ready to move. Maybe it always was like this and as a kid I just didn't care? But we are blessed and eternally grateful for all that Angela's family has done for us. We've taken over their garage and Maria's bedroom for a month as a temporary place till the big move. It's been good in that we were able to move things over when we want (borrowing my Dad's trailer has been a big help) as opposed to doing it all in one massive move. Now all we have left here is our beds, toiletries, and a few kitchen items.
Look out Loeppkys, here we come!