I helped Hub pack this morning and yes, we used suitcases and plastic bins, but he still put his gym clothes and some incidentals directly in the back of the car. We hugged for a long time. I have arranged temporary (corporate) housing for him and a two-night stay at Comfort Suites so he can start work on time Monday morning. Then when he is finished with work on tuesday, he can move into his 1-bedroom corporate apartment.
The house feels strangely empty, and I know it's a purely psychological phenomenon, as I have stayed alone for weeks on end when he has been traveling. I guess the difference is that I know he is not really traveling, but instead moving, and it makes me feel a slow, creepy-crawly wiggle in my stomach. I am going to go get boxes, as I know he will be calling me shortly to send stuff to him that he forgot or didnt think about. Right away, I know he will be making a trip for dress socks. I didnt remember to pack any for him, and I doubt he remembered either. But at least what I packed is in BINS and not floating around the back of the car. I hope he calls often.
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