Here is a little peak into the gutting of my apartment. It is being done by a high school youth group from Connecticut.

Yesterday was high stress for sure. I was up by 6:30 a.m. to finish organizing all the little stuff before people showed up to help. Dingo called about 8:00 and he came to help pack all the stuff I was taking to Emily's (the friend I am staying with) into the van as I realized it was not going to fit in my car. We were done by 8:45 but the team didn't arrive with a truck until 10.

We packed the first round of boxes and took them to the storage unit on the Westbank and then came back for the furniture. I finally had to stop for lunch at 1:30. We had the last load to the Westbank by 3 and then Dingo and I were off to unload the van at Emily's. I finally had a minute to sit down about 4:30 and by that time I was exhausted.

By that point in the day I felt like I hardly knew where anything was and what I had and what went to storage. I hadn't had a shower since 8 a.m. the morning before and I just wanted to sleep. But I had dinner with the teams and then ran to the grocery store quick before finally making it "home" in time to catch most of The Biggest Loser.

It's definitely and eye opening experience to be moved out of your home and have it gutted. It was emotional to have all my stuff moved and it's hard to have it done by those to whom I have no connection as they may not be as careful or as interested in what is going on. I felt like I was on the verge of tears all day and it is likely I'll have a meltdown here before all is said and done. But all in all the move went as well as could be expected and I have a great place to stay while the work is being done. God has been good and even though it seems like my life is in total upheval right now, I know that he has the whole thing under control.