We are officially moved out of our flat and are in our temporary accomodation, or as I call it, Hotel In-Laws!
I think our move wasn't as organized as I had originally planned. The original plan was to have mostly everything organized and packed into boxes ready to ship to Dubai, even though we aren't leaving for a few more weeks. I spent a few days sorting and packing and cleaning. I ran out of boxes. I got emotional. I got exhausted. I got sick of bubble wrap, tape, and cardboard. By the time moving day actually arrived I had the kitchen almost fully packed up, but not everything. I had a lot of decorations/knick-knacks packed. I had the books and DVDs we plan to take packed, but that's about it. So Saturday morning came and it was manic! We ended up throwing a lot of stuff into black garbage bags to sort through later. But we did it and finally left our "home" around 8:00pm, only 13 hours after we started!
Now I have been haunted by crazy stressful moving-day dreams! Last night I dreamt that we were still moving furniture out on the day the new tenants were supposed to move in. And the only mode of transportation was our tiny car. So we start throwing boxes and bags into this car and I look over and see our bed, still fully assembled, obviously needing to be packed. I ask my husband "How are we supposed to get that in the car!" to which he responds "NO worries! It will fit!" Then the new tenants arrive, say rude and racist things to us, then I wake up...No wonder I feel exhausted today. But the overwhelming feeling in the dream was "OH MY GOD! Where is everything? I need to pack it right!" So I think my mind it telling me that this weekend will consist of me sorting through all of the black bags of wonder to find all of my stuff!!
21 Days!!!
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