When we go on a Disney Vacation, I start packing weeks… ok, ok – sometimes months in advance. Yeah, it’s crazy. I spend weeks packing for a trip that usually only last about a week.
Adrian goes to his new residence, potentially for years, starting next week. I have yet to pack a single thing.
Part of it is all the red tape involved. You sorta have to pretend like it’s not going to happen while you’re waiting for the next problem to crop up… or else suffer emotional nausea from the rollercoaster. Even now, the last step (and last potential for a problem) happens less than 24 hours before his move in time. As much as we don’t expect anything to go wrong, you just don’t know.
Part of it is that it’s just so hard to imagine that it’s really going to happen. How do you pack your kid to go live somewhere else? Sure, I’ve got a list that includes socks, underwear, pants and a coat… but no matter what I add to that packing list, it doesn’t seem right or complete.
Probably because it’s missing us, his family.