I know that many of you were rooting for the Steelers or the Packers on Sunday, but I have to throw my support behind the Unpackers. This is because I cannot find anything. For some reason, I thought that moving would be the hard part of moving, but the worst part is actually the unpacking.
This afternoon I am headed to New York for another audition (don’t ask for who, a gentleman never tells), which means I need several items that I do not use on a daily basis, which means that they are all scattered about the house in various boxes that are probably not labeled.
To go to an audition I need: my suit, my audition music, my good shoes, my headshot, a shirt and tie to go under the suit, the GPS to get me to New York, and the charging cable for the GPS. None of these things were where they really ought to have been. My wife found my suit in a bin somewhere, my good shoes were in a box in the mudroom containing hats and gloves, and I never found my headshots. Shirt and tie were easy to find, actually with the rest of my clothes, but the GPS was in my wife’s purse, and the charging cable for it was in a box with my old Playstation 2.
Once I finally found everything I needed for my trip, it was time to start looking for everything Ruby and Edward would need for two days at Grammy’s, since my Mom will be watching them while I’m gone. Man, two kids need a lot of stuff for two days. Luckily I got an assist from my wife on this one, but you can see why we need to unpack.
I have moved so many times in my life that I’ve lost track, and yet for some reason, I always forget what a pain unpacking is. It is a huge pain. I don’t know how long it’s going to take to finish (probably several years), but in the meantime, I will be cheering for the unpackers.