Pack out Paralysis

You ever feel like you have 462,383 things to do and no time to do them, so you panic and do nothing instead?

That’s where I’m at. The movers just finished packing our belongings. Some we will see next week, hopefully- while others will be hanging out in storage for a while.

We’re preparing to head back to D.C. for StinkBrain to start A-100.  For the last two weeks we’ve been scrambling around, trying to prepare for our new lives.

The first major obstacle? Pack out. Most times, it’s when you separate your Unaccompanied Air Baggage (UAB) from your regular Household Effects (HHE).  UAB is used to ship things that we will need when we get to DC – toiletries, kitchenware, blankets, etc.  Our HHE is everything else like our sofa, desk, and items too big to put on a plane.  For us, this move included the additional fun step of unpacking everything from our move to Atlanta into my parents’ bonus room. Everything I own has been unpacked and organized onto shelving units and repacked by another company. Most FSOs won’t have to do this because they wouldn’t have had to move in with their parents a month before receiving their offer letters, but I digress.

One thing I’ve discovered I’m terrible at – estimating the weight of items.  We were given an allotment of 450lbs for our UAB.  As I began to fill a shelf with things that I thought I would need, I realized I had no idea how much it would weigh.  However, my mom, dad, and god father (all who have experience moving with the Air force for years) all said I was under 450 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

They were wrong.  It was waaaay over 450lbs. We’re going to figure out how to get this crap to DC.  Another oddity about our move is that our UAB was packed out after everything else.  Had it been packed at the same time (which is usually the case) we could have sent everything over our allowance to storage.  We’ll figure it out.  Anyone driving from Atlanta to DC soon?

But 95% of our things are packed and gone.  We have one more day in Georgia before we drive ourselves and the kitties back to the Capital.  I’m trying not to think about the people I wanted to see or the things I wanted to do.  Time ran away from us this time.  But we’ll be back.

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