We have added an extra 4 weeks onto the amount of time we have to prepare for this PCS. It's going to be a big one. We have to trust a group of movers to pack everything that we own into boxes and crates, and then load it onto a ship, and transport it all the way over to our new destination. As well as our vehicle, and then hope the most important things arrive un broken. That in itself has anxiety written all over it, and unfortunately, that's the easiest part. The hardest part? That will simply be getting a hold of all of our paperwork on time, deciding what we need in our suitcases and what we don't (a much more difficult decision with a toddler), getting our beloved Moose into all of his required Vet appointments and ready for travel, and then getting the 4 of us, and everything we will need for 2 months, onto that airplane. 6 weeks to go, and it never sounded so close.
6 weeks to go and I have started in the one room that I dread the most. Our bedroom. These extra four weeks are giving me more time to go through all of the meaningless junk we somehow accumulated in the 3 short years we have been married. Apparently, 3 years equals an endless supply of empty water bottles under the bed, about 85 holey and un worn t-shirts, 3 bags full of thrift store donations, and a whole lot of random Legos that my feet keep finding.
As excited as we are to get back to America and see our families, we are also thankful for these extra four weeks we've been given. It's extra time to spend with our friends, and prepare for our goodbyes. Extra time to travel and see the last minute things we haven't had the chance to yet. Extra time to prepare our 3 year old to leave his home, and his friends. And to explain to him that strangers are going to come and take all of his toys away in boxes.
6 weeks to go and our time is running short, but we are making the most of it.
