Packing and Moving Day
When the father and son team arrived to pack up our home, they began unloading boxes, tape, and paper galore. I was instantly overwhelmed as they started packing my entire life into boxes. At times, I had to hide in other rooms because my "mom instinct" wanted to come out and begin telling them to "be careful" and "use extra paper on my breakables!"
My kitchen all packed up. This was one of the hardest rooms that I watched them pack. I could barely breath as the son packed up my china and my grandmother's china.
Here are all of Adam's empty boxes that he just had to save years ago. I loved hearing the packers say that they don't use those boxes as they prefer to use their own packing supplies!!! Do I hear an "I told you so?"
This is Adam's TV. A second-party company came in and literally built the crate around the TV.
Moving Day has arrived!!! Our last picture in front of the house. Kyle came by before the movers arrived to take our last picture together.
Adam and Kyle taking down our "The Hensleys; Established 2009" sign on our home. Again, I had tears flowing down my face watching them.
The moving truck has arrived!!! It was quite a sight to see. Little did I know that the rest of the day was going to be insanity that would cause an anxiety attack.
The movers took over my home. They didn't just start in one room and move to the next like I would have thought. They were bouncing from one room to the next. There was no escaping them like I could do with the packers. Very quickly I had to go digging through the truck, which was packed to full capacity, to find a Xanax to deal with my anxiety attack that I could feel coming on.
The movers piled boxes upon boxes on the driveway and then moved them to the truck where they would fit best.
Here is my entire life stacked to the ceiling of the truck. They used a ladder to stuff every item I own to make it all fit.
Adam tried to take a few days off during the move so he could be there helping me. Unfortunately that did not work out. He was beyond exhausted and continuing to have to work as well as try to get us moved out of the house.
The house is empty. Kyle, Adam, and I sat in the great room each leaned against a different wall. We began telling the "Do you remember when..." stories and, of course, tears streamed down my face. Finally Adam told me it was time. We walked Kyle out, watched him get in his truck one last time and drive away. I stood in our driveway with tears pouring down my face as I tried to prepared myself to do one final walk through of the house. Adam and I walked from room to room telling stories and crying our eyes out. We finally made it to the truck and cried as we drove away for the last time.
