All last weekend, it felt like my family was in the movie “Madagascar” because our theme song was “Move It.”
I felt like King Julian, that crazy ol’ lemur in the movie who sings “I like to move it, move it. She likes to move it, move it. He likes to move it, move it. You like to…MOVE IT!”
If you follow my blog, you know that I’m not fond of flying anymore. But in the interest of time, I boarded that magic silver jetliner which transported hubby, middle daughter, and me to the Deep South last Friday for a mission – to help oldest daughter move back to our home state, to the city near us. [happy dance here]
We arrived safely (no problems or delays) in her southern city late Friday night. Oldest daughter and boyfriend (aka BF) picked us up at the airport and whisked us off to her apartment, which was in various stages of disarray with moving boxes, suitcases, packing tape, etc.
A crew of daughter’s work friends arrived early Saturday morning and after a hearty breakfast from Chick-fil-A, (I’ve never eaten chicken in a biscuit for breakfast before, but it was good!), we started loading up the U-Haul truck for the trek back home. MOVE IT!
I watched with tears in my eyes as oldest daughter hugged her friends goodbye and they had a crying moment. I find moving is always bittersweet – sad because you leave good friends and memories behind, yet exciting as you venture on to a new chapter in your life.
All loaded and locked down, apartment cleared out and cleaned, we left the city oldest daughter has called home for the last four years with a caravan – MOVE IT! – hubby and I in the U-Haul, daughters and BF in oldest daughter’s car, to our destination stop for the night.
BF’s gracious parents invited us to stay at their home, which also gave us the opportunity to finally meet them. We were treated to showers, comfortable beds, and a delectable breakfast the next morning and the joy of meeting daughter’s boyfriend’s wonderful family.
Joining us were BF’s sister and brother-in-law who offered to travel back home with us to help unload. What a blessing they were! We packed our overnight cases once again, climbed in the vehicles, and hit the road. This time we had us a convoy with the truck, daughter’s car, and BF’s car. MOVE IT!
After our several hours long trip, we arrived in the city near us where we unloaded some of daughter’s furniture and belongings in the apartment she will soon share with middle daughter and her roommate. MOVE IT!
Since middle daughter will move out of the apartment next spring when she marries fiancé, we decided to take advantage of the U-Haul and move some of her furniture to – you guessed it – our basement for storage. So once again, we loaded the truck with a few pieces of middle daughter’s larger furniture mixed in with the rest of oldest daughter’s belongings to store. MOVE IT!
By this time, old mom and dad were starting to drag from all the physical exertion, long nights, early mornings, not to mention all the hours of driving. Our little caravan headed to our home in the country, where all of us (7 humans and oh, did I mention a CAT?) were so relieved and happy to be out of the vehicles.
But the task wasn’t over yet. MOVE IT! After dinner, we still had to unload the truck and cart all of middle daughter’s furniture, some of oldest daughter’s furniture, and all her boxes of stuff to be stored into our basement. By then, it was dark, a little rainy, it was late, and hubby needed to return to work the next day. Oldest daughter also needed to arise early in the morning to attend orientation for her new job in the city. MOVE IT!
The next morning, Dad and Daughter left for work, and the rest of us lounged a bit, but not long because after breakfast, BF and his sister and bro-in-law needed to be on the road again back to their home. MOVE IT!
After everyone departed, my move it energy depleted, I couldn’t move it if I tried. I confess I spent the afternoon on the couch in dreamland and after a 3-hour nap(!), I realized middle daughter was conked out as well.
The only creatures at our house who seemed to be ready to move it were the two cats (ours and oldest daughter’s), but that’s another story for another day. Today in Chapter 9, Page 15, in my book of Opportunity, I’m so grateful God granted us safe travel. And I’m elated He provided a new job for oldest daughter in the city near us. I will cherish the couple of weeks that she stays here with us in the empty nest until she moves into the city apartment.
But I’m still feeling the effects of ‘moving it’ so I’m headed for the couch…again. If you’re feeling the urge to ‘MOVE IT,’ please don’t call me. Right now, I don’t like to move it, move it, no matter how much King Julian’s little ditty usually makes me want to dance.
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