Packing is no fun
Packing up your whole life into little cardboard boxes is no fun at all. Doing so while trying to minimize your precious, precious $15/cu ft cargo space is even less fun.
I’m beset by this overwhelming desire to let the moving company do everything (no, I admit I don’t view myself as a moving company kind of person, though give me a few more moves and I may change my mind). In this case a moving company is really critical for coordinating the sea leg and all of the customs. However I’m also filled with an anxiety that they’re going to pack each individual teacup in its own box, inflating our moving expenses.
But now it’s over and I can worry about how to fit just … a few … more … things in my 50lb airline suitcase allotment. Or how we’re going to mail the last 20 lbs of stuff to ourselves because it won’t fit in our luggage.
One minute your father-in-law is cramming your clothes into cardboard boxes
and the next you’re sitting on lawn chairs in your own living room
Yes, we really do expect to take the whole pile of stuff with us on the plane. And two bikes. Ha ha.
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April 1st, 2007 at 3:15 pm
Glad you skipped the picture of the kitchen-cleaning crew!
It wasn’t all work by the way – we had a great day of hiking in the Pinnacles (Anna, Aaron, Bob, Nancy, Elsbeth), a couple of fine dinners in the Soquel area and a really nice visit despite the anxiety of having to get everything wrapped up.