|Look at this climbing baby!|
We have almost everything packed, except for the essentials - computer (duh!), changing table, couches, bed, and the diaper genie. Little J likes all the open space and has been exploring all the empty closets. We like playing peek-a-boo in them. It's been nice to slowly move into the storage unit and not have to do it all in one fell swoop.
|It's dangerous to go alone. Take this|
string with you.
Moving has created a kind of existential crisis in my mind! All of our earthly possessions are packed in a 10' x 15' storage locker! All our lives are in there. All of Little J's baby clothes, our bikes, our bed, our furniture. It's like we've just shrunk our lives to fit into this tiny space. But then I got to thinking. Is it really our lives in there? That's assuming that our lives are defined by what we own. I don't want to make that assumption. I think we're more defined by how and what we do, not what we own. That made me feel better about leaving all of our stuff in a corrugated metal shack.
I need some advice. It's a 12-hour drive to Sisters, Oregon from here, and we're trying to decide if we should drive there at night. Little J HATES his carseat like a cat hates a spray bottle. I'm afraid driving there during the day would mean lots of tears from the small one, and lots of frustration from the big ones. But, I don't want to get to Oregon at 7am, and then be a peanut butter brain for the rest of the day. Thoughts? Thanks.