Literally. What a great metaphor for this zany adventure. Yesterday, our sink clogged up and all of a sudden we were in urgent need of a plunger. One week left to go, and we’ve never had the need to own a plunger prior to yesterday. So we rushed over to Phil’s dad’s house for reinforcement.
There’s so many parallels to what is going on in our lives. We are leaning on family in a way we never have before. We’re taking the plunge into new territory and clearing the path for new things to show up. Not to mention that we have lots of moments that feel plugged up and uncomfortable.
Anybody gagging yet over my metaphor? Maybe I’m pushing it just a little too much.
In all seriousness, why do these things happen when you’ve got zero time to look after them? So instead of starting to pack yesterday, we were driving across downtown to get a plunger. And, yes, I said we haven’t started packing. Is that a problem? Anybody with more experience in moving across the world have suggestions about packing? It’s tricky, because we need our stuff until the very last minute. And the stuff we can pack, we don’t know if it will fit into the “fits in our luggage” category or whether it falls into the “ship at a later date” category. I guess I could pack everything once, then unpack everything and then re-pack everything. I’m exhausted just thinking about it! Is it cocktail time yet?