Moving cross crountry. It’s the kind of move that seems to hang over your head from when you are in PCS season.
We were crossing our fingers that everything would go smoothly during the moving process. Spoiler: it didn’t. The movers were supposed to give us two days to pack, but somehow, that got shortened to one, and they were cutting corners from the start. It wasn’t just the rushed packing—it felt like they weren’t putting much care into the process. It’s hard to trust that your life’s belongings are being handled well when you’re watching them toss things into boxes like it’s no big deal and they care more about not having to return for another day than boxing your things appropriately. My mom instincts were kicking in big time—I wanted to bubble-wrap everything myself.
Then came the truck crew, who were supposed to move everything out and load it up for the big haul to Washington. You’d think with the clock ticking, they’d get right to it. Nope. Somehow, they managed to waste time like they had all the days in the world. It was so frustrating! I kept thinking about the road trip ahead and how every hour they dragged meant less time we’d have to settle before we needed to be on the road. We ended up losing a whole day of driving, which—let’s be real—was NOT ideal with four kids. It wasn’t just a delay; it was a headache for everyone.
But here’s the thing: we had to roll with it. We were packed up, the house was empty, and despite the setbacks, we jus took the extra day to get a full night's rest. I think in moments like these, you have two choices—you can dwell on the mess-ups and let them ruin the experience, or you can focus on what’s next. We chose the latter. We were headed home, and that’s what kept us going.
So, we made the best of it. As stressful as it was, we kept our focus on the excitement of moving back to Washington, and the kids were troopers. In the end, we left the property on time, packed up and ready to go, despite everything.
Moving across the country isn't going to be perfect, but sometimes it’s the mishaps that give you those memories to look back on and laugh about later. One day, we’ll tell the story of our last PCS and hopefully, it's filled with giggles, laughter, and nostalgia.
Post a Comment