That would be the packers. Yes, the day has arrived. . . and yes, it still doesn't seem real. I don't know if it is because we've been here so long. . .or I thought the Air Force would never let my husband out of the Pentagon . . . or what it is that makes this move so surreal. I knew it was coming. I went out to Washington State and bought a new house, I've now been to several farewells, but it is not registering with my brain. Maybe after the packers have our house torn apart today??
Notice how I skimmed over the farewells? It's a little coping technique I've mastered through our many moves over the years. I don't let myself "feel" the goodbyes until we're gone. Crying and blubbering all over the place is so embarrassing. I mean really, who looks good in the ugly cry? So I wait until I'm safely down the road to fall apart in the privacy of my family. Oh, gotta run. Hitting too close to home. Might cry, must go.