Adrienne Hedger captures the zeitgeist of spring cleaning, but for me it sums up PCS’ing season. PCS is one of the myriad military acronyms which bleed over into my life — Permanent Change of Station.
It’s April. We pack out and the kids and I leave in June. Hubby follows in July.
I actually scheduled on my calendar that I would only prep for the move starting in July. I didn’t want to focus on leaving too soon. I wanted to be present, in the moment, in this place. . . Yes, goodbyes and move logistics take time, but like many big tasks, they expand to fit the space I give them.
Now it is the end of April, and move prep is in full swing. We did a pre-move inspection and are repairing the odds and ends around the house that are normal wear and tear for a family of eight (but not normal wear and tear for a typical renter!) We’re sorting through clothes, books, misc. . . I’m at the point at which part of me wouldn’t mind if our container slipped to the bottom of the ocean and we had no more things. And then I see our family photos, special artwork, and other sentimental items and I know that isn’t really what I want.
In addition to the physical preparations, we are in the midst of the emotional and relational preparations. Those are a bit more complicated. I’ll write more on that and Building a Raft later.
But for now, it’s time for another cup of coffee, harnessing my motivation, and culling more of possessions to get under 7200lbs before we pack out.