The Big Day...

Good Morning!

Today I woke up in bed at Mom's house. Lovely breakfast of German pastries and tea. Time is passing slowly before airport craziness. Stephen arrives at 10:20 tonight. The clock is tick-tocking so slowly. I think it is delighting in tormenting me. Damn clock.

I suppose you want to know all the things that happened before this point...

On Monday, around 4 in the afternoon, the new moving company called me. They are a local company, and the lady I have been talking to (Julie... she who lets me vent and goes out of her way to make this a good experience for me, might have to name a child after her or something...) called me with good news and bad news. The good news: they had a cancellation for the next day, did I want it. YES!!! The bad news: they needed my passport in order to begin transporting my goods. My passport is currently in the British consulate in Las Angeles. ETA: Monday next. Oh well.

The result of the phone call was that I stayed up all night Tuesday night to get ready for the movers... and I half expected them not to show. But they did, bright and early. They were wonderful! Friendly, very careful with my things, I worked with the mother of one of the packers. We talked about books and the Rosetta Stone, and I bought them lunch. They finished up about 2:30. News on the moving front, with a half case, the estimate for moving went up to $5,200, not including insurance and port fees. But Julie was on the case, trying to find a way around it. Then it was last minute car packing, some books to Christine, and the trip to EL Paso, dinner with Mom, then a trip to my Mothers to drop off art and boxes. THEN, sleep. Not really good sleep - lots of nightmares about spiders. I consoled myself with the thought that I don't have to sleep alone anymore.

Did I mention that Julie is AWESOME? She called as I was writing this blog. They eliminated the half full case, and downsized it. She had a final total for me......

Wait for it.....

$4,488. Which includes all the insurance and port fees. The only thing it doesn't include is the cost to carry items up stairs, which should come out to less than $400. Yay! That is almost a thousand dollars less than I expected. Plus, she told me that I could just give them my full name and SSN and they would start the move without a copy of my passport. So it's official: my stuff is on its way to the UK. We will have furniture.

So today is full. Tune up for the car, finish at the old house, trip to the bank to pay for the move. Lovely. Pick Stephen up, lots of kisses, Chico's Tacos for dinner. Right this minute he is over the Atlantic Ocean. He arrives in Newark in about 2 hours. I wonder: did I sleep so poorly for being a bit nervous? Did he sleep poorly too?

Maybe a nap would help.