Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Let The Packing Begin...
However, the manager cut the administration fees in half, caved into a few of our requests (like candles - no candles were allowed! I have decorative candles and candles for lighting. What if there was a power outage? Madness). Although they did not replace the oven. Dang. Regardless, the lease is complete and we're heading in tomorrow morning to sign.
Now we can hire movers and, ah-the-joy - start packing. I've already started sorting, tossing and donating. It's a tedious job but I have to say I like streamlining and cutting the fat. And I am a self-diagnosed OCD candidate with my hyper-organized moving technique.
Fen, on the other hand, is a hoarder. I chucked out negatives (negatives!!) of photos that we have doubles of in a box from our dating year which he fished out of the bin and reprimanded me for throwing away memories. Mind you, he's been promising for nearly 8 years that he'll put them in an album. For seven years I blindly believed him, but having hauled more crap than I care to admit across the Atlantic - methinks it ain't going to happen. So the minute he left for work - they got put right back in the bin. It's doubtful he'll notice (unless he reads this.)
I promised him I wouldn't pack until June. Guess what folks - IT'S JUNE TODAY. Got my packing tape, some boxes: I'm ready.