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The large moving truck brought to haul my stuff. |
The movers are here packing my stuff and loading the truck. It is weird because I’m not used to sitting around (standing in this case because they’ve already taken the couch and chair and a half out of my place) and doing nothing while other people work. At the same time, I don’t want to be in the way. There are three men here: two doing the packing, and one driver (who is also loading the truck). They seem to be very efficient. One of the packers is new (today is his very first day . . . aka I am his first move), but he is doing all the easy stuff . . . aka not breakable. I don’t feel too concerned about how they’re packing my effects, so that is good.
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The start of packing |
There was a little snag when they first got here; they didn’t know about my air shipment. I guess usually air shipments are sent overseas, not within the US. The State Department must be an exception to that, and I doubt many people from the State Department get packed out up here.
Gizmo is handling everything very well. I’m surprised. When the couch was still here, he sat quietly by my side while the men packed boxes around us. Now he is sitting quietly in the bottom of one of my bookshelves. As long as he is not exposed/out in the open, he does fine. I was afraid that he would try to run outside, but that hasn’t been a problem.
They are packing things a lot faster than I anticipated. I guess they go to lunch about 12:30 and at that time they will bring a scale to weigh my UAB shipment. Hopefully I can take everything I have separated out. At least I have developed an order of preference: Food, Gizmo’s things, clothing, toiletries, books, guitar, and then Christmas decorations. I think that is all I have set aside for my UAB.
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Gizmo hiding in my book shelf. Though he has his leash on, he's not tied to anything. |
It is weird to see my stuff slowly disappear from around me . . . while I do nothing . . .