What Stuff, Which Way?

  I have been in total denial that the movers are coming on Tuesday.  I really thought I had until mid-June.  I completely underestimated how my husband can get things going.  I can't even get repairmen to return my calls.

  The estimator comes tomorrow, yes, on Memorial Day.  Summer is their busiest time of the year, so no holiday for them tomorrow.  And the microwave that's been out of commission for 2 weeks?  Supposedly the repairmen are coming tomorrow also.

  I wonder how many times we've moved over a Memorial Day weekend?
 
  Why this move is different--stuff is going in three opposite directions.

  What things will be packed and shipped to Paris?  
  Household goods like towels, cutlery, dinnerware, pots and pans, etc.
  Shower curtain, liner and rod. We may end up having a shower in Paris that consists of sitting down and wetting yourself with a hand held device.  (I remember what a hard time Mark had in London, trying to find a shower rod.  I don't remember why it was so difficult though.)
  Think how I'd go about setting up a new apartment.  No sheets or bedding shipped to Paris because I guarantee that they won't fit whatever bed we end up getting.  (Apartments in Paris aren't made to accommodate large beds. "King sized" beds in France probably belonged to real kings.)

  The stuff that we'll take with us to Colorado Springs:
  Not nearly as important because we have stuff already in our house there.  It's fully furnished.  I'm taking a lot of art supplies, cooler weather clothing and the pets, of course.  This house is a third the size of our Tucson house.  Since it's already fully furnished, there is no room for large items-no room for much at all.  And what I don't take with me I can buy.

  I'd like to take some of my house plants.  I'm so tired of giving those away.  With all the moves we've made, I'm like a green plant version of Johnny Appleseed.  I've given away so plants.  They now reside in other homes from coast to coast.

 The pets aren't going to Paris.  They're all moving here to the Springs.  I don't know how many times I've been asked this.  I couldn't take all of them anyway.  Forget getting exotic birds and lizards into France!  And six dogs?  Where would I put them?

  The stuff that will go into storage for 2 years minimum:
   It pains me to have to decide this.  As I look at my studio, I'm saying goodbye to my favorite things.  These things comfort me,  and I can't take them all.  There's just no room in our SUV and trailer. 
 
   No matter how much I disliked a place I've lived in, there were good things too.  No matter how much I've looked forward to a new location, there are things I've dreaded too.
  I need to remind myself to quit looking behind so much.  The view ahead of me has so many possibilities.