Exactly 4 Months until the Sandbox

Checking out our calendar today to see what uniform was needed for M's school, I realized that we leave Indiana exactly 4 months from today. Immediately I feeling a sinking feeling in my gut thinking about this upcoming move. To make matters worse, I receive the confirmation email that TMO (the military moving people for my civilian friends) will be here to pack up our house June 8th-10th. This sends me in a spiral for multiple reasons. 1. I am going from a good size home that I absolutely LOVE to a cracker jack size house in the middle of a sandbox. 2. There is no way possible I am going to fit my current home items into this new mansion in the sand. 3. I only have 4 months to mentally prepare myself for the culture shock I am going to experience. All awhile maintaining a positive attitude for the kids, as the consensus has already been stated they do not want to go. How in the hell am I going to pull this off in only 4 months?!? I need more time.

Just so everyone doesn't think I am a Negative Nelly, I do have a sense of adventure, and I am "hopeful" the journey is not as hideous as I imagine it to be. I mean, I already have found a desert BFF in the sand who is waiting for my arrival. As crazy as it sounds, I have never met her, but we know people in the same circle and had an immediate connection. I suppose that is a positive side to this military life. Friendships. Not to mention I know this is going to be good for Dave's career.

Long ago I sent out my recruitment fliers to my military friends to jump on the Westward Train with us. So far, all I have heard is crickets. I will send you pictures of how much fun you are missing with the Harts in the sandbox:)

I am now off to clean out a closet as my OCD is kicking in fast and furious as I only have 16 weeks to get rid of my belongings. Another positive, I get to purge Dave's crap. I think he has hoarder tendencies, especially with military pubs.