I’m a reasonably intelligent adult, and I like to think I have a handle on Murphy’s Law. (Okay, not always.)
All the same, I am doing the pseudo-final clear out in the city house this week … one week early. Because I know that no matter how done I think I am, we’ll get to next week and something won’t be done. Or I’ll have forgotten a task. Or we’ll not have done the Salvation Army drop-off yet. Or something won’t fit in the final load North.
I think years of live theatre have taught me that if you do not have everything planned down to the last stitch, you’re probably going to end up in trouble. In other words, if something can go wrong, it will.
In addition to being a Packing Paranoid, I simply love it when a plan comes together! And we’re so close to it coming together! I’m trying to get everything non-essential in the van this weekend.
- Living Room – Done, except a TV left to take out
- Music Room – Done, nothing left.
- Dining Room – Done, nothing left
- Bathroom – Done, only a bag of essentials left
- Kitchen – Bug Out Box waiting, otherwise nothing left
- Bedroom – Deal with clothes, toss computer desk
- Hallway – Bookcase has to go out, about 80% empty
- Closets – Three empty, one in the bedroom with some clothes
- Office – A mess. Stuff still to clear and three bookcases to go out
I’ve put a box in each room marked “Bug Out Box.” We’ll just toss the few remaining essential things in the Bug Out Box, stick ’em in the van on the way out the door, and we’re done. Looking pretty empty in here. Bit by bit. Hard to believe that in a week I’ll be writing about planting trees, working on the property, and being an Adirondack resident.
So, it goes well. I’m not too too freaked out about the remaining stuff. I have three days. And then I have a week. I love double deadlines!