My mom flew out to Cleveland and whisked the boys off to a hotel with a pool near the beach in Mentor so that I could focus on packing. I scheduled two consecutive weekly donation pick-ups and sent off at least 50 boxes of ‘stuff’ while averaging about 4 hours of sleep per night. It seemed that there was no end to the packing and sorting. On the night before the last pick-up, we had a neighborhood farewell party to say goodbye to everyone (and to hope they would take some of our ‘stuff’). This was the bookend to the original ‘meet the neighbors’ party we hosted when we moved onto the street in 2006. It was great to see everyone and be able to show them photos of the boat. LL brought a ‘bon voyage’ cake and JB and TT were a great help with the website. Everyone was so excited and encouraging of the trip. Later Matt and I looked at each other and said – Well, I guess it’s too late to back out now!
Matt spent five days in the sweltering Annapolis heat trying to fix the toilet. In the meantime, I was trying to pack up the house while simultaneously taking care of two energetic boys with short attention spans. We had a moving company come out to estimate moving costs and assess how much space all of our ‘stuff’ would take up in a storage unit. They said we were actually on the lighter end of the stuff scale. Really?!
Matt arrived home from Maryland demotivated and exhausted. He hadn’t slept well the previous two nights because of heat and anxiety. After recounting all of this, he looked at me and plaintively asked, “What are we doing and why are we doing this?!” Being overwhelmed by all that had to get done in order to pack up the house, I think I mumbled something comforting like “Umm… I’m not sure.”