My idea of packing was just shove everything in suitcases and when you hit the weight limit, close it. Once you hit the bag limit....uh....rummage through the bags taking out stuff to cull and then shove in more stuff until the room is empty. Well, since we had a delay, Carl said we were now going to pack his way. Unpack it ALL into piles of each person and then common family stuff. Look at the piles and even them out, pack carry-ons first with important documents and books with one change of clothes. Then pack each persons' stuff into each bag. Go figure, this horribly unorganized mess actually turned into the more effective way of packing. We were even left with more room. Yes, sometimes my husband makes no sense to me, but when it comes to packing, either for a camping trip or moving across the world, he IS the King.
So we're ready to go now. People have come by all day saying goodbye. There have been lots of tears, lots of blessings, lots of hugs. We leave our house in 8 hours, we leave our city in 13, and shortly after that the country where we've lived for 3 years. It feels a bit surreal right now because we've been "leaving" for a number of days, but once we get to Miami, it'll hit us. We're not in Bolivia anymore.
I'm going to miss this place immensely. My thoughts are also northward and I'm really excited about seeing our friends and our family. Gosh, life changes so much in a matter of hours and 11 50 pound bags....
3 comments:
oh it must have been a little hairy keeping track of eleven bags and four kids!
Wondering what the next blog will be called... Celebrating in Canada? Living in La Crete? So many options Kathy... Glad you arrived safely in our country. Look forward to hearing about the adjustment...hopefully it's a smooth one.
<3 are you back on noble? xoxo
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