Oh WHATEVER!! | Travelling Storyteller Photographer
You don’t stop playing because you grow old.
You grow old because you stop playing.
In the past two weeks I have had the marvelous privilege of ‘every day/all evening long’ playing. That’s what I like to call them in my sleep deprived, obsessive list making and packing frenzy – because friends that is what kept the crazy at bay and the serene in the house.
It’s playing all by myself with no help from my family because this game my friends, is TOO GOOD TO SHARE!.
Who wouldn’t love a round of
“Weigh that box with your eyeballs”
“Pack to keep it whole – 5 minutes, two tea towels and All your plates - GO!”
“Make that list and lose it…again and again and again”
“Find it, forget it, screw it!”
Personally I find these childlike games exhilarating and hilarious – but then I haven’t slept for days, I am likely wearing the same clothes since last Tuesday and I can’t be sure if the last thing I just packed was a stuffed animal or a real rabbit.
…we don’t own any real pets. What did I just put in a box?
My kids think I am beyond nutsoid and my husband is convinced that if he can’t hear me, I must be talking to myself which only elevates the crazy…personally I think he needs his hearing checked…pot-a-to/pot-ah-to. Keep in mind – my kids have been at school sheltered from the packing frenzy and sleeping at my parent’s house (thank you mom and dad!!!!), my husband has been working up north and while his providing facetime encouragement is welcome, it by no means helps me get plates into boxes any faster. Finding the packing tape that I just lost for the 100thtime would be far more useful right now.
I am currently at the “SCREW IT!” place.
Someone once told me to ‘never compare your insides to someone else’s insides”. We all go out into the world with thought bubbles over our heads. Mine typically reads “holy smokes…someone is going to figure me out” Typical imposter syndrome.
I have been on the receiving end of the most amazing help and to be fair, I couldn’t have done it without them. You can learn a lot about people and what they are like based on how they help you pack. – the careful packer – the tetris packer – the stuffer packer – the slow packer – the fast packer – the chatty packer – all of them quintessential to my getting the job done. More interestingly was the time it took to get to the “F**k it whatever” packing stage. We all have it…for some it shows up sooner than for others. By the time I was on the receiving end of help, I was already well past the stage into “oh god…let me just get it into the box and tape it up already” so my perspective was at best biased and at worst completely skewed.
And then...just when you thought you had enough on your plate to keep you busy for what should have been 6 months shoe horned into 3 weeks you decide that shoving in a 3 hour linguistic exam would be the perfect way to top off the 7 days before you leave.
Incredibly we managed to stick to a rather strict timeline – based on my leveraging the most amazing help from the best people in my personal village - those who showed up at all hours to help and those who even showed up by surprise - to help pack up a whole house thus saving my marriage from inevitable pain whilst Tony worked up North and arrived just in time to pick up a moving van, get it home and get us to start hauling all our personal belongings away. Thankfully my father had the foresight that despite my excel spreadsheet saying so – there was no way that we were going to be able to do this ourselves and help arrived again to get all our gear into the truck and to storage.
Now we had an empty house, and the real packing began.
When you get rid of over 95% of your belongings, the rest becomes a heck of a lot more manageable.
…except when you have to deal with trying to figure out how to make the suitcase close on said 5% on the front lawn of your house in the rain...to be continued…