The house looks like it blew up! Last night when I sat down to dinner at 9:30 on the floor of my living room, I looked around at the boxes, crumpled rugs, packing material, and general crap all over and thought, "There is no way I'm going to pull this together in 20 days". This weekend was brutal with all the boxing up, sorting through, taking Kaylen's stuff to the storage unit, a visit from Robert's brother Scott, choir concerts and some really warm weather. But you know, I think I'm getting more done than it looks like. The high priest group from our church is coming to help load tomorrow night and maybe I'll see some light at the end of the tunnel then.
I've begun to feel the emotions of this move. I haven't really allowed myself to "go there" because sometimes you feel like if you go down that road it's hard to come back. My baby boy is graduating, receiving the Melchizedek Priesthood (the first step toward his mission) and we are leaving the home where our family was raised. It's bitter-sweet but I've got to keep my focus on the adventures than lie ahead rather than the sentiment of the past.
The suburban leaves tomorrow. The container leaves a week from today, John graduates a week from Friday, our tenants move in a week from Saturday. Better keep an eye on the calendar because things are getting dicey!

The Container Arrives!

Hire a moving company to move stuff 20'

 That's really high!