Lots of posts in the past hour or so! Clearly, I am procrastinating. Or, wait, give myself a bit of credit. I am taking a break!
I hate packing to come here and packing to go back. On one hand it’s a puzzle and I love puzzles. But moving what you have accumulated over 3 years is not fun.
Last year I left far too much with two friends here. This year I bought two small carryon bags – really small – for the European airlines. One I used for several trips in France. The other is new just for storing things. But both were only 10 euros each so sure why not? Thus one bag for each friend to store in a garage for me. That’s it. I am also giving them some things I won’t need – like a duvet and a nice fan. And cubes. Cubes are always useful. The two bags and the printer. The one bag must be ready Jan 8, the other Jan 9. I fly on Jan 10.
I came over with two bags. I will be going back with only two. But why then am I carping on bags? Because I have three bags full of stuff. Delta lets the first international bag on free. The second is $100. OK. The third is $285. WHAT???? My third bag is going home by way of Sendmybag.com for 189$. A friend gave me an old but huge soft sided case. I can send 66lbs in it. It was all packed and I started to wrap tape around it when I realized I should be using duct tape so now I will start again.
The complication with sendmybag or any of the shipping services is that I live on the 3rd floor (American 4th) without an intercom or gardien (that’s like a super). And the drivers do not have cell phones and will not climb stairs. The bags must be on the ground floor waiting.
Yikes. What to do? There’s a hotel close by, less than a block. But I have been worried that they will be very unhelpful French and say too bad for me. Can’t leave it there. Au contraire! I finally got my courage up to ask and the concierge Charles was delightful. Of course, we are neighbors. No worries. Whew. Then we chatted on for 15 minutes – his wife is from NYC. The only outstanding issue is how I get a large suitcase weighing 66 lbs down stairs and out to the hotel. Gravity will be my friend.
I discovered Leroy Merlin. (A French friend said he was going to Leeee rwaieh mare lan – which I finally figured out was Leroy Merlin.) Bricolage. The hardware store. I look up the names for items I want but if I am not sure, I find a picture on Google images and take that with me. Duct tape here? The guy took one look at the picture and said Scotch American. OK. Not Scotch Tape. Just Scotch. All tape is just Scotch here.
I leave on January 10. It’s Dec. 30. I have well enough time but what if I want to ship one more box? So I am attempting a dry run this weekend. That means everything needs to be put away and I shall live here in a pristine uncluttered as it was when I arrived state. But I love clutter. What if I need something? No No No. Be strong.
Actually, I am not too worried as this is the third time I have done this and it worked twice before. I just have to remember that after I go through border patrol and customs in SLC, I have to go through security again before getting on the plane to Sacramento. I forget every time and have to pull all my electronics out and take my shoes off and pfhafff. (I don’t think I spelled that sound right…. You get it.) Even though I am TSA pre-check, the screening between flights doesn’t seem to recognize that. Maybe because there is just one check point.
And now I have caught up on most blog ideas. It’s back to packing… unless I decide it’s too dark now to do a good job sorting and arranging and then I get to read…