The movers
are coming next Friday. Weird! I’m trying to enjoy my bed as long as I can
until I’m back to my air mattress island in the middle of the floor. I’m also
using all of the kitchen utensils I can before I go back to my box of plastic
Fred Meyer silverware. I literally have used each one of our knives in the last
few days just to make sure they know they are loved before I send them away for
three months until the big delivery sometime this fall.
We have
several boxes stored in both of our parents’ houses. They charged us a nominal
storage fee of one Red Hook Brewery lunch last week. Best storage deal in
Seattle. I am looking forward to seeing what I thought was important enough to
store for two years. I think there is a box of sports bras. But, really, if I’ve
survived for two years without them, do I really need them?
Tomorrow is
my one month countdown to home. I have a new post-it list of things I’m
supposed to do before I leave that I don’t want to do. This includes sending in
paperwork, making phone calls, and visiting my friends at my favorite cantonal
population office. It’s so glamorous to be me, particularly since as of next
Friday all food I consume has to be able to be cut with a plastic knife.
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