The movers have been here today and yesterday, working their magic. They’re like the opposite of entropy, moving matter from disorder to order (at least everything becomes cubic and labeled)). Shazam!
They’re doing the packing because we were told that shipments packed and insured by a moving company are more likely to clear customs without a hitch.
Because I may have packed my neighbors, and their dogs, and customs knows the moving company would do no such thing.
I’m feeling sad today, almost on the verge of tears. I feel like an immigrant back in the day when leaving family, familiarity, and everything else meant leaving them forever. I know that’s just a silly idea, because of course transpacific traveling is easier than it was 100 years ago. But you wouldn’t know it from how I’m feeling today.
On top of that I think I’ve got a condo to clean. Sad.
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