My inner planner is twitching

The ball of our next move is rolling. After many Skype sessions extolling the virtues of moving our stuff in December and not January, Mac finally agreed with me. He called the transportation office to set up our shipment. It started off so well: he picked the delivery date for the week of closing with no problems. We were, shall we say, surprised when the estimated pack date came back for this week. Today, in fact. Suddenly, my carefully crafted plans of coordinating a move while going to my parents’ house for Thanksgiving were tossed out the window. After our walk-through with the moving company at our storage unit, I was delighted when they called me to say they can pack and load in one day next week. I loaded up the car and headed up to PA. Apparently all of Maryland decided to join me on I-70. I can only imagine the chaos the Beltway will be tomorrow in the snow. May the odds ever be in your favor, Virginia drivers. Those Marylanders are crazies.

All along, I had been planning to ship the Jeep (it’s larger so not as fuel efficient) because I’m selfish and wanted to road trip to our new home with my husband in the same car. Mac’s orders also authorized him to ship a car (he is stationed at an OCONUS unit). A little digging on my end discovered that the government only allows you to ship cars if you are going to or coming from overseas. While he is, the car isn’t. A no-go on the government footing the bill, but we found a company and set up a shipment for the Jeep.

The last big ticket we have been working on was to get the house painted. As I mentioned last week, we plan to repaint several rooms. My parents were looking into flying to Colorado with me to help with the painting and moving, and my mom is planning to make the trip. I’m hoping that a professional crew can knock out the rooms in a day or two to allow us more time to corral our stuff (assuming and hoping it’s delivered while we’re out there). I mistakenly requested quotes from painters and car shippers on the same day. I don’t think I’ve ever received that many phone calls in one day ever.

This move has thrown us some wrenches before we’ve even left, but I’m so excited to actually be moving again. Purrburger isn’t a fan of roadtrips, so I’m guessing she isn’t as thrilled (she’s sleeping so she can’t answer). Most of our big to-do items are being taken care of, and now we just have to square away our housing.

Have y’all ever moved around a holiday? How did you handle it?