I haven't posted much about moving on here (besides being a chicken about it) because we've been too busy or haven't had internet or I've paused and thought, wait, moving is really painful, so who would want to live it vicariously on my blog? Also, it was a bit of a whirlwind process: We got permission to move, I jokingly asked my friend if the house next to her was still occupied, its occupiers moved out, I contacted the real estate company, we handed them ludicrous amounts of yen cash, and then we moved in. It was totally that easy!
It ain't actually been pretty, people. But we had a lax move-out inspector from our on base house, were able to meet our deadline, and didn't have to spackle anything!
One funny (in retrospect) thing that happens when you move yourself is that you lose everything. I do mean just about everything. Stuff that came up missing at some point: Eva's underwear, the Pater Familias's uniforms, Max's food, 80% of martha's clothes (and we all know THAT requires the presence of a veritable black hole somewhere nearby), and the family binder with powers of attorney, shot records, and everything important.
If I'd known how hard it was going to be, I wouldn't have done it.
But wait, I think that about EVERYTHING I do because I'm kind of lazy. So don't listen to me.
I think I'm going to write another post with tips and tricks for moving from on base to off in Okinawa, and packing was so chaotic that it sets my mind spinning just to start to reflect on it, but here are the two main things I learned about unpacking:
- Do it in bite-size chunks. Decide to clean off one counter, or one bathroom, or one corner of this room.
- Figure out which mess is most sucking your will to live and tackle that first. In bite-size chunks.
This advice, of course, is for those of you who are like me and have energy/overwhelminess issues. Most of my friends would just sort of snap their fingers (AKA work themselves half to death) and unpack in a blinding flash of cleanliness.
Finally, some notes on our new house:
- The front door makes a satisfying Jurassic park clank when I lock it.
- The weird patio/yard/walkway thing that goes around the outside could only be described as quadrilateral. And we thought geometry wouldn't pay off in real life!
- There is a large closet with lots of shelves for shoes by the front door, which is a beautiful, beautiful thing. Until you open it--then it's like a punch in each nostril.
- The shower curtain we got for our wedding matches the tiles in the bathroom we need to use it in. It's the little things.
- The golden hour afternoon sunlight that seeps into the kitchen makes me want to cook dinner.
- We have American neighbors with a ridiculously loud barking dog. Popular barking times include: 5:30 AM, naptime, and GNG bedtime.
- We moved in right next door to some friends. If I were them, I'd either be flattered or quite frightened.
And finally, to be honest, we are overwhelmed with stuff. We are drowning in a deluge of possessions. It is really bad. How can we possibly own so much? I have filled one of those huge blue bins with stuff to give away or sell, and there should probably be...oh...four more of those to be filled as well. Feel free to refuse to let me go shopping with you. Ever.