Sep 25
Moving day!
So, yesterday I figured I should probably organize all my stuff into what to pack and what to ship, seeing as today was moving day. It sucked. I mean, really - WHY did I need 37 pairs of shoes here? I only wore like, five different pairs over the past year. Ridiculous. However, do not make the mistake of assuming I will change my habits when it comes to buying shoes - you NEVER KNOW when there will be a world-wide shoe crisis and THEN WHAT WOULD I DO?
Anyway, the hardest thing was deciding what to pack in my luggage. I have no idea when I will get my stuff; it’s totally dependent on a million things, and in the military, there is no such thing as "hurry". It could be there at the end of October, it could be…January. So you can see that I wanted to pack clothes that gave me the most variety, but also are practical - I’m not fooling anyone, we all know I’m going to be cold during German winters. At the same time, I’m only authorized two bags on my orders. And here’s where I interrupt myself to tell you this: When I saw John’s orders, I noticed that they read "Excess baggage authorized", and when I pointed that out to him, he said, "Well yeeeahhh, I married YOU - you came with a lot of it." Hmph. I know - what a jerk, right? I have no idea what he is talking about - I’m a perfectly normal girl with no eccentricities he has to deal with at all. Really.
Okay, where was I? Oh yeah - so, I had to be very careful with what I packed. It was very stressful, and involved first picking the shoes I would want to wear (hello, new boots) and then the clothes to go with them. Once I got everything done, I shut the closet doors and banned myself from opening them, or else it would’ve been "But this! And THIS!" and now it’s all gone so…I hope I have what I need.
So now, my stuff is on it’s way to Germany via boat, and I’m sitting in my empty room, with only my laptop for company. I realized I don’t have to move out of my room until October 2nd, so at least I’ll have internet. And my own bathroom. To make the most of both, I’ll post from the toilet. I’M JUST KIDDING.
You guys, I leave Korea next week.
Auf Wiedersehen!!!
September 25th, 2006 at 1:00 pm
I loved the pics from the 23rd and I cannot believe it is almost time! WHEEEEEEEE!! I bet you are ready, gosh I hate packing though.
September 25th, 2006 at 1:50 pm
No eccentricities?
Let’s start with the 37 pairs of shoes…
September 25th, 2006 at 2:11 pm
Kay - Packing is one thing, it’s the UNPACKING I really hate.
Mr. Fab - What! As I said - perfectly normal. Well, normal-ish.
September 25th, 2006 at 9:01 pm
Mr. Fab - 37 pairs of shoes does not eccentricities make.. it only makes a woman who just happens to like shoes. Eccentricities are as follows: being scared of moths, being scared of lettuce, and an urge to get up at the 4:30am every day. Just sayin’..
Sorry Treens.. I just answered that one for you. Hope you don’t mind. Hee!
September 25th, 2006 at 10:24 pm
Angel - Thank you darling. And you did it so well. However, you forgot about lint.
September 26th, 2006 at 5:01 pm
Well, I don’t care if you’re eccentric or not, I’m just glad the time has come for you to be with your family again. Have a fantastic time with your laptop, wherever you choose to sit while you use it ;-).
September 26th, 2006 at 10:54 pm
I completely forgot about the lettuce and lint! What about lint covered lettuce, crawling with moths? Oh the horror!
I fully expect a post from the toilet. I do some of my best text messaging while taking a #2. And now you know this.
September 27th, 2006 at 3:43 am
Okay…so I have space. In the interest of humanitarian and compassionate aid, I will accept your refugee shoes. All size 7.5 shoes may come as refugees to live with me here in Seattle. I will provide shelter and hospitable accomodation.
See - doesn’t that make the packing process easier?
September 27th, 2006 at 11:18 am
Kari - Thank you, darling.
Greg - Yes. Now I know this. And now I am writing down “Never text Greg…”
Pix - Splendid! Except, what will I wear…I know! In the interest of saving space, why don’t you just send me your fabulous Burning Man boots? They will surely go over well in the aisles of the commisary on base!