For the next 22 days I have the arduous task of once again packing my, well our entire life into a 5x10x10 storage space. (Yes, Adam. I will go and check out the larger space next week just in case!)
Sometimes I wonder if it's sad that I can fit our life into 20 boxes and a few suitcases, or if it means we're ridiculously organized. Living on ships you learn how to make a cube your home by putting up a few pictures, adding a few tupperware drawers and buying Target discount bedding that will last you for the 6 months you're away. I am entering into my ninth (ugh!) ship contract in a month, and cannot help but realize I put everything in the cabin the same way each time. Socks in this drawer, shorts in the closet, hang as much as you can etc. Then enter my husband, who I graciously relinquish vital storage space to for the contract. I mean, my hair dryer is used to having it's own space, but now it must share with my straightener. It's tough, but we manage.
I look forward to the day when I can put a welcome mat out on a place that I know I'll be in for more than a few months. I will plant flowers in a garden I tend to, (or pay the condo fees for) and collect mail from a mailbox at the end of my driveway, not a superbox located at the main entrance of the building. But for now, as I look around the room at the McDonalds french fry boxes that will house our personal items for the next year, I realize we are lucky to be doing what we're doing, and our time for a picket fence isn't that far away.
Now, my only issue is, I think I packed the tape. Anyone have extra?
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