Like a beacon of light, the moving truck finally arrived in our neighborhood. It only took about an hour to unload and unpack everything, which is much less time than it took to pack it. It was like a strange version of Christmas where everything feels new… but so familiar. Surprisingly, absolutely nothing was broken.
We spent the afternoon unpacking and “nesting” and found that everything we shipped fits in our apartment, with the exception of our clothes. There is something about going through every item of clothing you have that makes one realize just how ridiculous their wardrobe is. I have lived for four months without most of my clothes, which I’m pretty sure means most aren’t necessary. Except for my gray boots. Those are necessary, and it was a mistake to pack them away.
About an hour into our unpacking, we were discussing where to put the bookshelf, and then we realized we were missing John’s books. Then we realized we were missing my GAMES. Noooooooo!!!!! Sure enough, box #19 didn’t make it. And it was the one with Traverse and Apples to Apples!! I may or may not have cried just a little as I tried to decide whether the insurance deductible was worth the principle of losing my games.
I called the driver who delivered our things, and he said he didn’t have any more of our boxes on the truck. Since the office is closed on weekends, I had to wait until Monday to officially contact them. Monday morning, however, I received a call from the driver that our box was accidentally left on the truck and was now in Zurich. Yay! We will get it back eventually.
Saturday afternoon we also got John his very own Swiss cell phone. This has been the most frustrating experience since I’ve been here, and I’m so relieved it’s over. He was very happy.
And as I hugged our bed that night, I was too.
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