I’ve now discovered the downside of “bring everything” — you have to unpack “everything.”
As in any major move we had cluttered and decluttered our home multiple times, making after-hours runs to the Goodwill storefront and leaving things in the stealth of night that we thought were still good but were afraid they would turn away. I never saw cameras but just in case ice and snow obscured our license plate numbers. Our thinking was if Goodwill wouldn’t take the stuff, and it wasn’t irreparably damaged, then what would we do with it? We couldn’t throw “good stuff” away. However, was it really worth hauling it to Africa at some huge carbon footprint cost just because I know lots of people would be thrilled to have our “throwaways” and “junk”? We thought Goodwill was better suited to grapple with this question and probably had a mechanism for disposing of things not good enough for their store but too good to throw away. (Okay, really, we were cowards and just didn’t want to deal with it.)
We’ve (I’ve) just scratched the surface of unpacking everything and already I’m amazed about what the movers packed. There were four movers in the house and they moved through rooms like worker ants, never stopping to ask questions, packing everything in their way. Despite giving instructions about things that should stay (like toilet paper), it looks like we got EVERYTHING that was left in the house. Here are some photos of things that got an all-expense-paid-trip halfway around the world.
Trash (at the bottom of a hamper no less, protected with paper).
Spices (probably many expired ones!).
Dried cherries and berries from Meijer’s.
Tuna and anchovies.
(By the way, the world is separated into two groups -> those who like anchovies and those who don’t. If you don’t like anchovies, stop, don’t read this blog anymore, we’re anchovy people and don’t find non-anchovy-people very interesting.)
Pepto bismal-coated Tums (the pepto bismal lid wasn’t on tight and leaked all over, but must have done it early in the voyage because it was dried hard by the time we opened the box).
Papers attached to the fridge with magnets.
Here someone tells me that I took 1st place in the women master’s division of a duathlon (run/bike/run race). (They call me Jayne here. Lots of people do this; they mix up the Kimm and the Jayne.) What’s funny is that the reason I got 1st in the women age 40 and over division (the “master’s” division) is that I was the ONLY woman over age 40. (Barely, mind you…well, barely if I live to 100.) I really came in second-to-last! But, as a memento of my “win” I had this on our fridge in Michigan.
I’m sure as we continue to unpack we’ll find many “surprises” that made it to this side of the world.
So far, only two things of significance are broke. One is a desk leg that must have got bent and then cracked.
This was an old desk that I had as a child and I think can be fixed pretty easily with some glue and maybe an extra screw for support.
The broken item I’m REALLY bummed about is my glass bandsaw. This is a $500 piece of machinery and I was really looking forward to getting my glass studio up and running.
You can see here that the whole bottom portion, that holds the water is cracked (glass needs water to be cut or it gets too hot and will crack). It’s amazing, our super-fine wine glasses made it intact (because they were wrapped properly) but someone failed to secure the different parts of the bandsaw with paper so in the jostling it got broke.
We had insurance so I filed a claim today. I hope they replace the machine AND pay for shipping it out here. So far we’ve been pretty happy with the movers, they’ve really tried hard to accommodate us, so we’ll see.