As a team of 2 ladies and 4 men movers and packers have invaded my home for the past two days wrapping and taping and boxing up nearly all of my personal belongings, Billy Joel's "Movin' Out" has been playing over and over and over again in my head.
Ever 2 to 3 years for the entirety of my life I've watched random strangers enter my home, pack everything into to cardboard boxes and wooden crates, and send it all off to some new destination leaving us with nothing but a few suitcases full of clothes and shoes. People are constantly asking me "How the heck do you do it?!" - non military people never ever understand. The truth is, you deal. You get used to it. Watching your belonging disappear for a couple months as they ship overseas is your normal. And all you can do is sit on an empty floor, watch, and pray that the movers know what they're doing and don't break anything.
Thinking about how easy it will be to move into just one tiny 10 x 14 foot room in college compared to unpacking an entire house makes me giggle. I complain a lot about moving and packing and unpacking and the smell of cardboard consuming the house all the time. The stress keeps me up at night and free flowing tears seem to be the only logical response to the situation at times. Sitting hear in an empty, echoing living room though all I can think of is all the adventures I have had because of this lifestyle and all those still waiting for me as we trek to Germany next month. I wouldn't trade it for the world.
xoxo,
Abby
P.S. Enjoy some good old fashioned Billy Joel on me (:
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