There are very few good things about moving out for a remodel. We've been packing for months, after starting slowly following our Superbowl party, as we waited for our permits to be approved. Packing for a remodel is worse than a normal move because we had to: pack compactly because storage space was limited; pack for the long term because most things we wouldn't see for six months; and pack with a strong finish, instead of shoving everything into the garbage, which is what I really wanted to do.
About 85% of what we own fit into our two car garage, of which I am hugely proud. Most of our Christmas boxes went to my parents' house, the things we need with us, of course, came with us to my sister's house, with a bunch of furniture and other boxes. Little things that I would have thought were an obvious priority, including the box that said Kim's Shoes, were left behind at the house and buried. (Kevin dug it out Monday morning while I freaked out that I didn't have shoes to wear to work. He said my shoes were "rainbow," and should match anything. Rainbow? Multi Stripe.)
But it's behind us now, and even though life is still busy, it is much less stressful without the nagging feeling of needing to box stuff up. I am so thankful that part is over. My god, am I thankful it's over.
