In which a sense of normal would be appreciated...
If you've ever moved, you know that things take some time to feel normal. It's a question of where you've put things, getting used to new noises and new layouts, and figuring out your new shopping/commuting/life routine.
For some reason, packing always feels worse than unpacking. But sometimes things get a little weird. Weird how?
- When I was packing, I put all my laundry into a mesh laundry bag. We had the moving company do the big packing, and my assumption was that if anything, they'd put the bag in a box. End of. Well... these packers unpacked my laundry, putting it into a box along with the laundry bag. Luckily, they'd also put shoes in that box so there was no "is this clean? is it dirty?" confusion.
- The other lucky part of the laundry being packed separately is that my "delicates" are missing. All I have right now is whatever was in the laundry. I really don't want to purchase replacements, so I'm hoping that the unopened boxes that are labelled LR or K were actually supposed to be MBR
- Along with that box, all my personal items (including deodorant, make-up, hairbrush and the like) are also somewhere. I could swear I saw a box marked "make up" but I think that might have been move-happy hallucinating.
ETA: apparently the movers thought Thing One liked wearing women's undergarments and wore make-up: there were two boxes marked "his" that in this case were "hers"