Camp Pamdrianne

Last week was Camp Pamdrianne. Pam + Adrianne = Pamdrianne.

It was absolutely grand.

Living room.

My mother, as many of you know, is moving to Kuwait. She is going to be teaching elementary school drama at the American School of Kuwait. It is a two-year contract, so we’re not talking about an indefinite move. However, she has been wanting to downsize for a long time now, so this is pretty much the perfect excuse. Or something. At any rate, she is selling her house and her car, purging like a maniac, putting everything she wants to keep in a small storage unit, and the rest is going with her to Kuwait. Over the course of the past several months she has had a good friend helping her with this gargantuan task and I have helped as I was able. This past week, during camp, we took two car loads of boxes and a few other things to her storage unit. It felt good to get some things out of the way.

Storage Trip

Loading up.

We also sorted through some of Mom’s things for packing and traveled Memory Lane … er … Highway a few times. Mom sorted through her clothes, mostly emptied her closet, and I packed a vacuum bag for her suitcase! Found an old floppy disk and I fondly recalled sliding the metal thing back and forth on the top even though that was probably really bad. Oh, and it holds an entire megabyte. One whole megabyte. Hilarity ensued when I realized my external hard drive holds a terabyte. The hilarity was probably exacerbated by exhaustion and wine. Then I found Mom’s old rose-colored sunglasses and the Wizard of Oz finger puppets. It was a fun evening!

One Whole Megabyte.

One Whole Megabyte.

Mom's old glasses.

Wizard of Oz Finger Puppets

There were a number of house showings this past week, which feels promising. This is the part where we all say a prayer that Mom’s house sells soon! We found ourselves at Looking Glass Cafe to escape the house during a showing one afternoon. The iced mochas were delicious and the butterflies were abundant (though elusive every time I pulled out my camera).

Looking Glass Cafe


On Wednesday we decided to empty the attic. Sounded simple. Turns out there were several heavy boxes – mostly full of papers and magazines and such – among the multitude of empty boxes. We ended up with a pile of flattened boxes about four feet tall and four large cardboard boxes chockablock full of crumpled up paper from previous moves. There were also two trunks and zero keys. Oh, and it all had to come down the attic ladder! What a work-out! Three car-loads later and it is mostly gone from the family room!

Emptying the attic.

After some errands on Thursday we went to Carolina Brewery for some delicious lunch and tasty brews.

Carolina Brewery

We also sorted through the linen closet! Mom got rid of some old towels, set aside things to bring with her to Kuwait, and I folded and packed a vacuum bag for storage. One more closet down!

Sorting linens.

Overall it was a wonderful and productive week. I am so blessed to have the most amazing, inspiring, beautiful, thoughtful, funny, caring, adventurous, marvelous mother in the world. (Grab a tissue, Mom.) Camp Pamdrianne was brief in the grand scheme of things, but it meant the world to me to spend that time with you, Mom. And it flew by in the blink of an eye. I would be remiss if I did not mention that I have gotten quite used to just being able to pop down the mountain to see you. And I am forever grateful that we have seen so much of each other this summer. The flood gates are beginning to leak tears and I just want you to know that it is not because I don’t want you to go. We made it a long time in denial and away from tears. I am unbelievably proud of you and I want you to know what an inspiration you are to me. I am beyond excited for this new adventure in your life. But that does not mean I will miss you any less. We could have spent the entire week hugging and it would not have even come close to supplying me for the next year. But I am the luckiest person in the world (except for Parker) because I carry you in my heart. Always and forever, here and everywhere. Distance is no challenge for this kind of love.

Mom and me!


2 thoughts on “Camp Pamdrianne

  1. After reading and re-reading this, I needed to respond. The first time left me sobbing, but now I am remembering the laughter and fun. I’m still having to focus on those things to be able to see through the tears though. I am so blessed to have such a wonderful relationship with you, my dearest daughter. Love you so much! oxoxox

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