One recipe for disaster: plan a vacation during a move.
I thought that the moment I was done working at the salon, I would be overwhelmed with all this “free” time, that things would flow like the lazy river at the MGM Grand and I would be waving from my floaty with a sippy cup full of margarita mix and completed todo lists. Instead, I’m scrambling everyday to get things done.
Maybe it’s because when you’re preparing to travel, your mind travels ahead of you, thinking about what you’ll need to pack. However, I’m still thinking about my day to day life in Edmonton and getting ready for a new life in Campbell River and, also, what do I need for the lazy river? Literally my head has been in 3 places at once.
This must be why I forgot to pack my husband’s socks and underwear. He was not the happiest of campers. The one pair of socks he did have basically disintegrated after having to walk home in them (He loaned his shoes to a friend who broke her high heels). Vegas will get you, man!
Since the house hunting trip, we still haven’t found a place to live. So, there’s a lot of work to do in that department. It was all pushed into the backseat while we got ready to go on vacay. Now, I’m on the plane flying home, and all I can think about is how full my back seat is, and all the stuff I have to get moving on ASAP.
I think my expectations about being so relaxed during packing need to change. I envisioned working hard at it, yes, but also having time to lunch with friends, walk my dog, and generally soak up as much Edmonton as I can. I need to force myself to have a routine and I need to make lists like my life depends on it.
Looks like the lazy river stays in Vegas.
It was really nice to have a breather. House hunting was more emotional than I thought it would be. I think it’s because you have to envision your life there, and whether or not a house would suit you. Once you do that, there’s a natural possessiveness that comes up and trumps all reason. Thoughts like “my table would look great there” or “I can see my art room here” or “This room would really suit our guests comfortably”
Even in temporary dwellings like hotel rooms, once you put your suitcase down, open the blinds, and pick your side of the bed, it’s “your” place, home base. It’s the place you can’t wait to get back to, when you’re walking down Las Vegas Boulevard in socks.
It’s almost May now! Things will be speeding up big time. There’s so much to try figure out. Such as, at what point do you pack up your kitchen stuff? Should we rent a u-haul trailer to get our stuff out there? How are we going to get our boat and a full trailer out there? Or, should we have a garage sale and just sell everything? It’s all becoming rather overwhelming. I’m trying my best to plan this move so we don’t wind up on the island without socks or underwear. Although, it’s not the worst thing that could happen… they did lose my luggage when we first arrived, but that’s another story.
I’m home now, and when I opened my suitcase the smell of sunscreen and vacation came rushing out. Happy memories wrapped up in a scent. Maybe I am just over thinking this whole thing, and I need to let go, to just go with the flow… of the lazy river.. or, maybe… it’s a perfect balance of both: blended together with ice, and rimmed with salt.
Now, I’ll slip onto this pink flamingo floaty here, and just get pushed along… yes… perfect.. Now, if someone could just hand me my sippy cup.
I also wanted to send out a big thank you to everyone for following and for your kind messages! If you have any tips you’d like to share with me for packing or moving long distance, please comment!