Sunday, October 14, 2012

If Only My Stuff Could Only Talk!

by Leann

When I packed for the move to Texas, I marked every box clearly, often the writing on top looking more like a grocery list than a label. I wanted to be sure I knew where everything was and what room it belonged in. If it went to storage, it had a big "S" on it. If it was to go to the rental house, it was marked with an "R." What could go wrong?

How about everything? Not all the "R's" ended up in the rent house. And though I tried my best to stand at the front door of the house and read what I'd written on the boxes as our friends brought them in, apparently I needed a speed-reading course. Major. Fail. Boxes stacked on boxes are difficult to read. I soon realized I should have made my content lists on the SIDES of the boxes.

We moved in the heat of summer, so did I think to set aside a few pair of socks? Of course not. I have a nice large box full of socks. SOMEWHERE. I also have a very important box of winter shirts--my favorite Henleys, my sweatshirts, again SOMEWHERE. Can. Not. Find. The latest item I am missing? My Kindle. That one is a mystery because I brought it with me in the car, even used it when I was staying with our friends. Only when I downloaded a title for researching the book that I just turned in did I realize that it's missing.

I want someone to invent a GPS something that will help me find my Kindle, my socks and the next thing I cannot find in this house full of boxes. And it's only been made worse by the fact that we are going from 3 storage units to 2. My husband is clearing one out and piling even more boxes on top of boxes here. (They didn't have any of the large units and that's why we ended up having to rent 3. We moved from a house that was twice the size of this little gem we are in now.)

Big sigh. The only good thing is that it will be like Christmas when we finally move into our permanent home. But of all the things I've lost in this move, I miss my mind the most. :-)

This ever happen to you?

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

We moved from a house into an apartment just over a year ago, and I just emptied the last boxes out of our storage unit. Boxes that my husband piled stuff into, and did not label......oh, so fun....... Finding things that I thought were lost forever, things that I forgot that we had, and stuff/papers that should have been thrown out years ago. Hang in there - you will get through them someday! I am sorry about your Kindle, that one really sucks.......

Adrienne said...

Oh my heart goes out to you! No we haven't moved...from our home of 45 years! I don't even want to think how many boxes would be involved in that move. But I wish you the best. Perhaps someone could invent a "chip" like the ones put in dogs that would identify the box contents if you put a wand over it! Maybe you and I can patent that and then be rich enough to have someone else empty the boxes! Good luck to you...and happiness in your new home! Adrienne in MN

Aurian said...

Well, it is a good excuse to buy some cute new socks of course. But next time, perhaps you should also write the room it is supposed to go to on the box? That way, anyone helping can see for themselves where to go.

Leann Sweeney said...

Anon--my husband marked very few of the boxes he packed. I have no idea what's in most of them. Adrienne, I like the chip idea. Yes, with a scanner! Brilliant! And Aurian, I DID mark which room. Unfortunately, no one apparently read anything!! :-)

grammajudyb said...

I'm not sure there is any way to make a move smooth and uneventful. It is by definition,an eventful experience. Hope your next move is better and that you find every thing you lost. Kindles and electronics should all have a "chip" with a GPS so we can find them.

JJM said...

You have my full sympathy on the move and packing problem, trust me -- during one 11-year period of my youth, my parents and I moved 14 times (but luckily only 4 school systems). I *still* have boxes, unpacked, in the attic from our last move 40 years ago, even though both my parents are gone now.

One trick I picked up, though: on all four sides of the box and on the top, just write one or two letters designating the room: BR-bedroom, K-Kitchen, T-Toilet/Bathroom. Then add a number. As you pack each box, list what goes in it in a notebook, one page per box: BR1, pyjamas, slippers, sweatshirts. Put a sign on each room where there's chance of confusion (T on the bathroom door, BR on the bedroom door, etc.), Easier for the workforce to get the boxes to the right places, and you don't have to deal with speed-reading the lists on the boxes.

Just don't keep that notebook of lists in the same place you keep your Kindle. :( Hope you find that one.--Mario R.

Leann Sweeney said...

Great ideas Mario! I am going to do this when we move into our new house. But aren't you wondering what's in that 40-year-old box? (yes ... I am a hopeless mystery writer!)

JJM said...

[whimper] 40-year-old boxes, not just one box. I'm pretty sure one contains scraps of cloth that my mother hoped to work into patchwork some day. And I'm fairly sure one box has some of my father's office stuff (he was a foreign correspondent for a Dutch paper and worked from home). Not sure about the others. They're out of the way, I'll deal with them eventually. --Mario