So we’re at that stage now.

Where some things are packed…

some things are definitely not…

and somehow the list of things to do is not getting any shorter.

There are boxes everywhere, but also things just sitting out like, “don’t forget me,” which I absolutely will if it’s not in a box by tomorrow.

I keep thinking we’re almost there, and then I open a drawer or a closet and immediately realize… we are not.

Not even a little.

It’s that weird in-between where nothing feels settled anymore, but we’re not fully out either.

Just kind of existing in the middle of it all.

There’s a mix of excitement and exhaustion, a little bit of stress, and a lot of “we’ll figure it out.”

And somehow, even with everything half-packed and slightly chaotic, it still feels like we’re moving forward.

Even if it currently looks like a mess.

Especially if it looks like a mess.

At this point, I’m just hoping everything makes it into the truck… and that we don’t forget anything important.

(We probably will.)

But we’ll deal with that when we get there.

For now, it’s just one box at a time. Is it just me

Or is the Amazon box smirking at me?! Haha