it’s saturday, people. saturday as in tomorrow is sunday and the day after i am finally flying across the ocean! needless to say i am going nuts over here. i had a small meltdown yesterday when i was packing my second suitcase. whatever i did, my clothes refused to all fit. i packed, unpacked, repacked – nothing worked. and when i realized that the tears came.

i have done so much to downsize, heck, i went from a whole apartment to two boxes and (my plan anyways) two suitcases. well, seems like all of that was not enough just yet. and that realization made me cry.

the solution is mailing yet another box and while that is neither terribly bad nor the end of the world the fact that all my planning, all my efforts were not yielding the result i wanted is frustrating.

anyways, i guess what i’m trying to get at – and this is an advise i am giving especially to anyone who is planning something similar –  is that it is a very emotional and strenuous endeavor to move to another continent. despite downsizing i have way more things than i thought i had and it takes much more time to get everything organized. not just the stuff you want to bring and ship but also all the administrative paperwork. whatever you think you’ll have in the end: double that. whatever amount of time you think you will need: double that! this will be a much more realistic view of what is awaiting you.

to think i have all that awaiting AGAIN me once i am off the plane isn’t terribly exciting. i just want a little house elf who will do this for me, who unpacks and hangs my clothes, who magically turns my wrinkled-up clothes into perfectly ironed ones. if there is such an elf please send him/her my way. thanks!

i’ll spend this weekend with family and some final packing and with freaking out. sounds like a plan, right?!

franzi