57
The clock was approaching midnight as I sealed and wrote #57 Household Misc on the top of the box. I put my black Sharpie down on the counter, and Making Aliyah Phase 1 Packing was completed. 57 boxes full of non breakable clothes, books, sheets, toys and kitchen items had been packed.
The movers were here all day yesterday, taking furniture apart, packing it, and preparing it for its journey across the Atlantic. The day brought us news that our Washer/Dryer got damaged on the trip from Chicago to Detroit, leaving us with two options, according to the people who gave us options. Bring it as is, hope it is cosmetic damage only, have the replacement part shipped to Israel to fix, and then make a large insurance claim shere we might come out ahead, or hold up the shipment, have the new unit delivered on Friday, and delay the delivery a week.
We took option two. And although the delivery will be delayed a week, it works out in our favor as it would have arrived in Israel on June 28, a full week before we arrive, and required us to pay storage fees.
Packing is exhausting, draining work. Its not only the boxing, but the sorting and choosing. This goes. This stays.
We found some fun things late last night, as we hit the bottom of our storage closet for the first time in years. Letters that were written in notebooks and never sent, lyrics to songs and poems that we liked, letters to each other that we sent. There was a ticket stub from our first date to the circus, and a journal entry from Aviva where she wrote about the sink-peeing incident.
We found our high school class pictures and the random thoughts and ideas that we had back when we were younger.
It has been an interesting experience, this packing. One that I would not want to go through again, but one that has long-term benefits for our family.
Last night, after the movers left for the day, we brought the kids into the house, where everything that they defined as home was now boxed up and waiting to leave.
"But I liked my room," cried my daughter, and then one minute later, there was was, climbing on the bunk bed in her brothers room, now suddenly a climbing toy with the mattresses removed.
And then this morning, a forty-foot crate was outside our house when we pulled up.
Our stuff is making Aliyah.
The movers were here all day yesterday, taking furniture apart, packing it, and preparing it for its journey across the Atlantic. The day brought us news that our Washer/Dryer got damaged on the trip from Chicago to Detroit, leaving us with two options, according to the people who gave us options. Bring it as is, hope it is cosmetic damage only, have the replacement part shipped to Israel to fix, and then make a large insurance claim shere we might come out ahead, or hold up the shipment, have the new unit delivered on Friday, and delay the delivery a week.
We took option two. And although the delivery will be delayed a week, it works out in our favor as it would have arrived in Israel on June 28, a full week before we arrive, and required us to pay storage fees.
Packing is exhausting, draining work. Its not only the boxing, but the sorting and choosing. This goes. This stays.
We found some fun things late last night, as we hit the bottom of our storage closet for the first time in years. Letters that were written in notebooks and never sent, lyrics to songs and poems that we liked, letters to each other that we sent. There was a ticket stub from our first date to the circus, and a journal entry from Aviva where she wrote about the sink-peeing incident.
We found our high school class pictures and the random thoughts and ideas that we had back when we were younger.
It has been an interesting experience, this packing. One that I would not want to go through again, but one that has long-term benefits for our family.
Last night, after the movers left for the day, we brought the kids into the house, where everything that they defined as home was now boxed up and waiting to leave.
"But I liked my room," cried my daughter, and then one minute later, there was was, climbing on the bunk bed in her brothers room, now suddenly a climbing toy with the mattresses removed.
And then this morning, a forty-foot crate was outside our house when we pulled up.
Our stuff is making Aliyah.
posted by Air Time at 9:32 AM
9 Comments:
Mazal Tov!! Kol Ha'Kavod on reaching the next stage in completing your dream. Just one question, though. Where are you going to be sleeping, eating, etc until Aliyah day comes in 3 weeks?!?
-OC
there is no way this is worth it.
all this emotional and physical work just to leave the us.
it just makes no sense.
you know, blogwise you have yet to adequately explain this midlife crisis decision.
maybe once you think this out rationally you will realize the folly of your ways.
i certainly hope so.
for your sake.
Not so long ago I received a cute little goodbye present. It came in a pink case and it was stuff to pamper yourself after a big move. Now you are on the other end. May you leave in peace and arrive in peace. We are waiting for you.
good decision about the washig achine/dryer.
wow. Where I am, it almost seems that everyone is making Aliyah!
Be sure to drop me your contact information there. I'll be there in August and would love to drop by.
wow....57! I'm up to 25 and still haven't tackled all of the toys in the boys' room. ugh. great post though!
I love that your stuff is making aliyah before you! :)
The sink already lives there.
ahaha so it was YOU who did the sink in!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
no it wasnt. the sink is in Lev Yerushalyim.
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