 It seems that in our married life we have spent more time "on the road" than we have at home. I know that isn't true, but it just seems that way sometimes.
It also seems as if we have more to pack up than the average person who is on the road. In fact, we were talking this past week that we are our own "roadies"! We were in Georgia this past week, and as we were packing up I made the statement that I didn't mind packing up to go home as much as I hated packing up to leave. Of course it's obvious why that is so. Every time I start packing to leave, I am sure I will forget something and think about it when we are halfway to our destination! I start making lists long before we have to leave. I start little piles in different places that will be out of the way and we don't stumble on them before we start loading When I pack up to come home, I start organizing it about 2 days before. As I pack up something I sit it by the door to load into the car. It is very satisfying to me to see the pile grow. When we get it into the car, and I sweep through to make sure we got everything, I can't tell you how good it makes me feel. I'm going home! What a great word....HOME. I hate packing to leave, but love packing to go home. Of course, then I have to face putting everything away once we get home! THAT isn't so much fun! But, the three of us jump in and it is usually done in record time. While writing this, the thought came to me, that when I go home to my final home, there will be no packing, nor will there be any unpacking! What a day THAT will be!
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