We've landed at our new duty station. To say that we're exhausted, overwhelmed, sad, excited, and a whole host of other feelings would be an understatement.
Most days, one or more of us is crying. Tears of sadness? Tears of joy? I don't think any of us know exactly why.
Well, maybe this is why...
We asked the movers to unpack the boxes they delivered. It's the first time in 7 moves that we've ever had them unpack.
Little did we know that "unpack" actually means: "to open boxes, dump contents on nearest floor, counter, or pile of other stuff, then pull out all packaging material. This is done with no regard for the outcome of the items which are being unpacked."
I'm sure that definition is in Webster's. Check for it. I know I didn't before the move. Maybe I wouldn't have had the movers "unpack."
No, you don't need to run right out to the eye doctor and request an eye test. The pictures are blurry. I know the pictures are bad. Apparently the lens on my camera is not focusing. Auto focus would not work and so I tried Manual focus. I obviously need more work on that skill. I'll get right on that after I'm done digging us out of all the piles of stuff...