New blog being set up to chronicle my time in Japan, which I am dubbing Ramen Monster because it makes me laugh. I'll post the link here as soon as it's up and running.
Last week in Chicago was BEYOND crazy. Like, it was just pure relief to
get on the plane and not have to do a damn thing for 12 hours, even if
those 12 hours of nothingness resulted in high-altitude cankles (I
really hope I'm not one of those women who get cankles when they're
pregnant b/c my legs look like stumpy hell right now). Packing was a
true nightmare. Basically, without my in-laws there, there would have
been no way we would have finished on time (thank you, Donna & Chad!!). Doing just the kitchen took
one day. I thought we were ok once the books and clothes were packed,
but it ended up taking so much time, and the closets seemed like
effed-up cornucopia of long-forgotten crap. On top of all this, on
Saturday evening, just as we were getting ready to go out to dinner for
Dan's b-day, we got a call from the PODS people telling us that we
would a) not be able to have the pod delivered to the front lawn due to
some Chicago ordinance, b) have to have a team of professionals out to
move our stuff into a 16-foot truck and then have this same team drive
the truck to our pod and load that pod for storage, c) pay this team
$800 to do this, and d) have all our stuff ready by 1-3pm on Sunday,
because that was the only time the moving guys could make it. Well, as
you can imagine, that was a truly shitty 24-hour period. We all stayed up
until 3am on Sunday morning and then woke up at 6am to finish packing,
but we somehow did it before the moving guys showed up around 2pm. And I have to
say, even though I wasn't initially thrilled with the unexpected and
extra expense of having that team move us out, I am completely sold on
professional movers and will fork over the bucks for them from now on.
They cleared the house of everything and packed that truck in 2.5 hours
(don't ask how many hours it took us to pack it up in boxes!). So the
overall result was good, but there were certainly terrifying moments.
We're safely in Japan, it's humid, I'm wide awake and making spaghetti at 3:30am (hey, it's lunchtime in Chicago!), and now addicted to the Wii (Dan got it so that I can use Wii Fitness until we figure out the workout/gym situation here). BBQ with Dan's friends tomorrow for the 4th. I hope I can adjust without too much incident, but I'm not going to fight it too much. I've never been good at adjusting to time zones, and I clearly don't care enough to discipline myself.
That spaghetti is calling me.
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