The movers came on Thursday. My life has been whittled down to 39 boxes and some furniture in two crates on the back of a large van. It’s amazing how depressing that is. My walls are bare, everything except my clothes and some essentials are packed away, ready to fly to Hawaii. Watching my books and my yarn get packed away was probably the worst part of the day. Those are my babies. 
I of course stashed about ten books and enough yarn for several projects to get me through until I am reunited with my things in Hawaii.
Probably the most interesting part of the day was when I called A to ask the transportation office whether it was ok for them to come back on Friday to pack things because it was raining. They were worried about things get wet and then moldy, so I wanted to see what the Army said. A called them and they were apparently unworried about it, and it was up to us. But then they called the moving company headquarters and a freak out was passed from the headquarters all the way down the chain to the driver at my house. He got about 5 calls all at once from everyone saying to be careful because the client was nervous. That’s me, apparently I was nervous and the Army scared the shit out of everyone because of it. Honestly, its comforting that the moving company takes our concerns so seriously. Needless to say, the rain let up and the stuff got taken away.
They are super serious about it. They inventory everything, including the serial numbers for electronics and tag them all. All of the boxes are labeled with our order number and some other numbers, including his rank. Its honestly a bit overwhelming how thorough they are.
I don’t know if I can take this emptiness for a month. At least A comes home in a couple of weeks. Emptiness is less depressing when you’re not alone.
Filed under: Army, Life | Tagged: Army, Hawaii, Moving, Transportation Office
