It's incredibly strange to pack up our dishes, our linens, our pictures, our life without a clearly defined date of when we'll see those things again. It's not like a normal move where you pack your things only to unpack them a few days later in your new home. We'll be at my parent's house for at least 6 months, so for now all I can do is label every box accurately (and anally) in an effort to make the unpacking as easy as possible once we're in our new home. As my co-worker so brightly put it, "It's going to be like Christmas!" when we finally do unpack.
Jon is out of town on business this week so it's up to me to get our condo packed up in time for our move on Saturday. Thankfully, there's really not too much left to pack because we've been slowly taking things up to my parent's house since we've known we're moving. It's really just our kitchen and bedroom, although those rooms tend to be the hardest to pack as you pretty much use those items up until the very end.
I'm excited to get this chapter in our life started and I feel like it's just the beginning of good things to come. Unfortunately, I will be facing a 50 mile commute (each way), as I learned on Sunday that I didn't get the job in Baltimore. However, I was very encouraged by a phone call I received yesterday from my recruiter. She called to let me know that though I didn't get this position (they selected someone who had an extensive background in event planning), the hiring manager said that I had a great interview and an impressive background and they would love to find me another position in the organization. While I'm disappointed, I'm happy to know that they consider me a good candidate and want me to join their team in some capacity.
We'll see what happens.
