She Thinks She’s Helping…
I have only moved twice in my lifetime (Forgive me if I have already shared this fact with you). Once from Florida to North Carolina and a year later, we bought our first home and moved from one side of Jacksonville to the other. I thought that I loved moving. Until now.
I am not looking forward to loading up a moving truck the big move in a few months...
Moving used to be a time of cleaning out your things and purging the stuff that you no longer need or want. Although we did a lot of cleaning and throwing away, this move has been completely different from the ones in the past.
The main difference has been the addition of our little helper named Braylin. She is very loyal to her job as a helper and is diligent in her tasks. The perfect worker bee, right? Well… not exactly. You see, her version of helping consists of putting whatever she can get her hands on into a box, any box that is inside of our house will do. She also enjoys taking things out of boxes, normally fragile items, and throwing them as hard as possible. One of these incidents involved a light bulb and my foot. Not cool.
We learned our lesson after that and started filling up one box at a time and closing it right away. That meant that we had to put random stuff that didn’t really go together in boxes, but it helped us to keep our little helper out of everything.
The toughest part of the move was moving everything out of the house and across town to our storage unit. Fortunately, a friend of ours offered to let Braylin hang out with her and her children while we moved all of the big items out. Even without Braylin, that process took so much longer than we expected because we kept getting stuck in some sort of traffic without fail.
Even with the bumps in the road and three day delay in leaving Jacksonville, we finally got everything done and headed out of town.
Does this sound like a move that you have experienced?
