If you've been following my blog, you know that the hubster and I just experienced our first official PCS as a married couple. We waited anxiously for orders; we spent nine months on pins and needles. Orders finally came down on 25 April indicating that we would be returning to Peterson AFB in Colorado Springs. We were very excited. Plans were set into motion. Tickets were reserved/booked. Appointments were made for the packing of HHG.
Fast forward to the end of June, approximately six weeks prior to the pack out of HHG, hubster received an e-mail regarding his orders. It was 0530 HST. That e-mail and subsequent phone call rocked our world. Orders had changed to Lackland(JBSA). After a brief freak-out moment, we forged through.
It was surreal. I mean, it is hard to imagine what the PCS would be like until we were actually going through it. During the waiting period, my/our personal life went through turmoil. Roller coaster. I don't know how else to explain it. Decisions to make, promises made, promises broken, angry words exchanged and tears were shed. It's a moment in my life that I'd like to forget but it's part of growing up so I'll leave it in the book of time.
Finally, the day of pack-out arrived. We couldn't have been more prepared. We had all of our ducks in a row, so to speak. August 13. It was a Monday. We were under the impression that there would be a moving crew. The moving crew consisted of ONE member. We had no idea how he was going to get very much done at all. He proved us wrong. He was a powerhouse. He left early. I guess that I can't blame him, he did all of the work on his own. He was tired.
The DO NOT PACK room
Zander is unimpressed with the pack out.
The living room is ready.
More stuff for the DO NOT PACK room.
Bella was freaked out by the noise.
This is the beginning.
On the second day, the movers arrived 6 hours late and stayed for 3 hours. It was a hot mess. I was so frustrated. It was unfair. We were so prepared for this move! We couldn't have planned it any better than we did. I wanted to cry.
On the third day, I was determined to give the movers the benefit of the doubt. Leave the previous two days in the past. They arrived on time and worked hard until the end of the day and everything was finished. That's what matters.
The pack-out didn't go off without a hitch but it got done; the rest is just details. I can't dwell on it. I can look back at it and laugh and take it as a learning experience.
That was phase one of PCS. I will write about the rest, later.
