So before departing for France, we had to survive what is commonly termed "THE MOVE." Now anyone who has recently transferred all of their belongings from one location to another knows that this is a stressful period of time where the amount of work remaining to be done somehow compounds exponentially the farther you get into the process. (The amount of items you own also seems to multiply as well.) For us, this meant that our storage unit was filled to the gills. It took incredible spatial reasoning talent and skills to load up our big box. Kudos and THANKS to my wonderful father and amazing hubby.
Here's what the storage unit looked like when we finally pulled away and headed for the airport:
Once we were loaded in the car, my father turned to me and said, "It's actually packed tighter than it looks."
Wow.
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