I know what you’re thinking…blah blah, deal with it Jeannie. And you are right. It was all worth it 🙂
Let me tell you, it is a really strange feeling to compartmentalize your life into PILES.
Pile 1 – things we are bringing to Iceland (minimal)
Pile 2 – things we are putting in storage (also minimal)
Pile 3 – things we don’t ever need again and can sell (quite a large pile)
Oh. And thank goodness for my friend Jen because she hands down SAVED. THE. DAY. This amazing life saving lady shows up AT my house WITH dinner AND gluten free cupcakes, starts bubble wrapping, AND sets up for our sale. I mean, literally, this was the most magical thing that could have ever happened to me at the time. Please look at the before and after picture and then immediately hire her up to be your personal assistant. (Note: do not actually do this, she is highly successful and employed full time…she is just that good 🙂
Let me tell you a little bit about how my husband’s brain works. He doesn’t make color coordinated lists. And other normal times when you move, it’s easy. Throw everything into the back of a moving truck and deal with it when you get there. When we moved to Texas we rented the biggest U-Haul they had and just tossed in bikes and lamps. It was chaos. Moving to Iceland was the most organized I think I have ever been in my life. Except for losing my mind. And except for our wedding – I was pretty organized for that.
Monday morning we start loading up the moving truck of things we are bringing to storage. I am again cursing the fact that we live on the third floor with no elevator, and WHY do we insist on moving in AND out during the hottest month in Texas?! The whole time I am telling Bobby, “there is no way all of this is going to fit into our tiny storage unit!” while he keeps reassuring me it will. This is also when I realize that his non-stop sense of humor is just what I needed.
Needless to say, everything fit. Easily. And that made one happy me.
When we couldn’t think thoughts anymore, we decided to leave the rest of the to-do list for the morning. Four hours should be enough time for last minute stuff, right?
Remember when I was telling you how my husband’s brain works? Well, I naturally had everything planned out ahead of time including what to pack in which bags, and then was going to spend the rest of the time on things like emptying out the refrigerator and bring everything down to the dumpster. Basic move out stuff.
Bobby realizes at the last minute that he has too much to squeeze into his suitcases and will be way over the weight limit. His solution is to start throwing away clothes and shoes. I tell him this is why I bought a luggage scale and why it would have been wise to pack ahead of time. We decide that it is best to check another bag at the airport, but obviously we do not have any more bags.
All hell breaks loose.
I start sprinting up and down the stairs in the wonderful Texas August super humidity and start loading up the vehicle.
We drive maximum speed to Target and I run in and get the lightest bag I can find. Next we are sprawled out in the middle of the Target parking lot rearranging suitcases and frantically re-weighing each one. At one point, Bobby yelled out, “how can this one be 65 pounds, is there a shot put hidden somewhere in here?!” And I try to hide my laugh as I realize this is honestly the worst case scenario. Once we decide that we would rather pay overage prices for the bags rather than miss our flight, we head the airport.
After checking in all of our bags, the lady at the counter advised us to head right to the gate because the plane was early. Not having eaten a single calorie yet and also realizing that I had somehow survived the morning without caffeine, we couldn’t pass up the stop for breakfast tacos. We sit down to eat and I couldn’t be happier to have a coffee in my hand, when we hear our names being announced for final boarding call. Running through the terminal with a taco in one hand and hot coffee spilling all over my other hand, we arrive at the gate with plenty of disapproving looks from the flight attendant.
I ate my well deserved breakfast taco and fell asleep until the pilot announced we would be landing shortly.
Now, thinking that we had endured enough drama to last a while, we were hoping for a smooth layover in JFK. We had four hours which seemed like more than enough time to pick up our carry-ons (which had to be checked at the gate, because they wouldn’t fit in the overhead bins, because we were the last people on the plane), check-in with IcelandAir, go through security again, eat dinner, and wait to board the plane.
Welllll JetBlue decided to lose our carry-ons. We waited for an hour for the luggage to drop, and then realized that there was a long line of people waiting in the baggage services office. We waited an hour to file a report for missing baggage. (The most frustrating part being that normally when you check a carry on at the gate they have you pick it up on the jet bridge!) I think we were both at the end of our rope. I mean I can understand our 7 suitcases being delayed to Iceland, I half expected it! But to have the carry-ons missing was not ok. That is the stuff you pack for a couple of days IN CASE your luggage gets lost!!
Now with the hour and a half we have left of our four hour layover and no carry on, we decide we should buy toothpaste and other essentials so we don’t look like homeless people when our new boss picks us up at the airport. Literally as we are standing in the check out line, we get a call from baggage services saying they found our carry ons but we would have to come BACK to baggage claim AND go through security AGAIN to get them. Bobby takes off in a full sprint hoping he will make it back in time to catch our flight.
(Meanwhile I sneak in a quick FaceTime with the fam 🙂