Oh NO!

It is hitting me that in less than 2 weeks total strangers are going to be privy to really every aspect of my life.

Wow. I feel sick.

If you have never moved, or at least never done a military move, you may not appreciate what it entails.

Imagine a swarm of locusts falling from the sky and covering your entire house at once. That pretty much sums it up. A large group of total strangers arrives and takes everything you own and wraps it up for you. It is inventoried and carted away.

My inventory will look something like this:

Dust Dragons (we are waaaaaay past the bunny stage) 219
boxes of useless junk 698
Cartons of books 20
Boxes of clothes 8
Boxes of brand new (but dusty) kitchen gadgets 5
Dishes/pots/pans 2
Rusty work out gear 4
Stuff for creative projects/mostly untouched 2
Stuff I need to do but haven't 95
Stuff I don't need but have 43
Stuff the Goodwill rejected 3


Does the thought of a stranger packing your "unmentionables" give you the heebie-jeebies? It might bother me except I have so much more embarrassing stuff that in comparison my underwear is pretty boring. They will probably find a growing Mt Nancy of dust under the bed.

I should pass out gloves and dust masks when they walk in the door. Some of this stuff has sat unmoved for 5 years. I just pray dust is the worst they find. But it probably won't be.

I have friends who wash everything, sort, separate, organize and pre-pack. Ironic, because they are not the sort of people who would have dust-dragons hiding in the corners, anyway. Bloody overachievers screwing up the curve, is more like it.

I will just bite my tongue and hope for the best. Well that and pray like all get out that we never move back here and I never have to see these people again. Just add another state to the growing list of "places I don't want to be seen again."

Maybe I'll clean before they come. Better yet, maybe a hurricane will strike my house and just blow the dust away. It could happen--God works in mysterious ways!