When we left our intrepid explorers, they were preparing for interviews in Portland, OR. At the time, we were deciding if we could really get that new sweater, a pair of socks and a shawl finished in a week and a half. Really, I actually thought about it, even calculated how many hours it would take, and decided the socks would do nicely, as meals/work/sleep were not optional.
Trip was fabulous! A week later, 4 job offers. Accepted one (no need to get piggish). A week later apartment found. Time to plan the move.
Tempers flared, we don't pack the same. I'm from the get-it-into-a-box line of reasoning. DH is from the clean-and-sort-the-crap-out-of-it , then pack it camp. These two approaches do not coexist peacefully. I need a schedule, he doesn't remember the schedule. It's actually quite funny, in hindsight.
I actually have a craft room in the new apartment. Oh, by the way we moved last week. Did I mention that? No? Oh, sorry. Mom says I have my priorities screwed up, as I am unpacking my craft room last. I argue that food and sleep are priorities (according to Maslow), and I know where my current pair of socks is, and can put my hands on them, so it's all good. Again, different styles.
I have another 11 days off, to finish unpacking, figure out the transit system, and get my new driver's license. But that's another story....