PACKING, this is a word that strikes 'fear' into the hearts of even the most steadfast of wanderers.
For me packing is about taking ALL the things in your life and somehow categorizing them and then stuffing them into boxes; which if you are smart you will label before you tape it shut, and shipping them to wherever it is you are moving..
Sounds easy enough when you write it down, but I can tell you that it is one of the most exhausting, harrowing, and emotionally charged events in life; at least it is in our house.
I know people who love to pack, just not unpack. These people happily categorize, box, and label their belongings with the greatest of ease; making the whole thing look effortless. However, when they have to unpack these same lovingly prepared boxes, these same people become chaotic and emotional. Running from here to there, unpacking in a wild state and looking like something out of a horror movie (hair in disarray, yesterday's mismatched clothes on, 5 days growth of beard, dark circles under the eyes, and a cold cup of tea in their hands which could be mistaken for a weapon).
And then there are the other people. The people who hate to pack but love to unpack. For these people the same characteristics described in the unpackers above are the same ones displayed by the packers in this example. They run from room to room packing wildly, all the while muttering profanities under their breath and occasionally throwing their tape gun in a fit of anger when it runs out. Now to be fair, the people who hate packing are absolutely glorious at unpacking. They seem to move through this task with grace and precision, knowing exactly where everything should go and how it should look. They make settling into a new home a great experience.
It is important to note that I have not met any people who like both packing and unpacking, but I have met plenty who hate both tasks with equal zeal.
Because my partner is the person who loves to unpack and not pack and I am a person who equally hates both tasks you can understand that we are now experiencing that pre-packing angst. We are now only 3 months (4 on the outside) away from moving countries and we haven't started packing. To be fair we do have a storage locker with a lot of our things already packed in there and we have many items still in boxes from our last move stored in our loft because they were meant to go to Portugal and not be used in this current space. So we could say we are half packed already. But honestly it still feels like we have a mountain of packing to do before we can put everything in a container.
And while we are talking containers, we also have to label and catalog everything that is going in that container. We can do this for the stuff already packed and stored, but it's the items that we are still using, that are not packed, that we will need to catalog as we go. This shouldn't be too arduous a task but since I am a person who hates packing as much as my partner, I feel that we are fast approaching the time when our stress levels are going to hit stratospheric heights if we are not careful. We will definitely need to work as a tea and we are going to have to plan when and how we're going to accomplish this job called 'packing'. Because honestly if I had the money, I'd pay someone right now to do this for us. I can dream!
Today as I write this I can tell you that I can't even imagine folding a box and putting a thing inside of it.
But in a very short time that's exactly what we'll be doing and hopefully we will have the good sense to make sure that we make this fun somehow; because if not, it's going to be a long 3 months of living amongst boxes and trying not to tape each other to the walls.
I can only imagine what Christmas is going to be like this year. Probably something right of the Dr. Seuss book: The Grinch Who Stole Christmas; complete with wires hanging on the walls and the last can of 'who hash' being loaded into a box for shipment to Mount Crumpet (a.k.a. The Algarve).
The journey begins with just one step.