The movers finally came on Tuesday. Three skinny guys unloaded 5,000 lbs (mainly books) in under three hours and then drove straight back to Houston. I realized after their departure that packing is definitely easier than unpacking. Packing is done by a group of other people while MoBob and I retire to a hotel. Unpacking is a seemingly endless solitary activity alternating between happy reunions with beloved objects and frustration with switching from a home with European storage to one with American storage. Ack.
I was invited to a pre-Thanksgiving dinner on Wednesday night at the house of a former co-worker. The evening ended with serious karaoke. My first choice, "Hotel California," was a crowd favorite, but my second choice, "Anyway You Want It" by Journey, resulted in a sore throat and cracked voice. I now have a greater appreciation for Steve Perry. My sweet potato casserole turned out well, thank goodness. I spent Thanksgiving with a cool family from church who were actually in the same ward as I in Washington DC. They had ordered a organic, free range meal from the local equivalent of Whole Foods, and I couldn't tell any difference taste-wise. They also had a delicious veggie torte which looked like an especially tall quiche except without any egginess.
What am I grateful for? My mom and assorted relatives, my husband, my friends (new and old). And a long holiday weekend to get my life in some kind of order before embarking on my two-week trip to Kenya and Cameroon on Monday.
Ugh I am doing the same thing, just transported all my junk from New Orleans (which didn't go to Congo) and my house is a mess - I have no shelves for all those books! Not enough hangers for the clothing!
Hope you have a good trip!