Like Christmas in September…

We’ve been in our house for about a month now. Truthfully, it was a little more like living in someone else’s house for a month, given that the only things we had that were really ours were whatever we brought with us in our 12 suitcases (plus guitar and keyboard) on our flight here. We were starting to get used to sleeping in someone else’s bed, in someone else’s sheets, cooking with someone else’s kitchen stuff, eating with someone else’s utinsels. Technically it was our stuff, since we bought the household contents from the previous resident, but still… cooking with anything less than Pampered Chef just isn’t the same (as Lesa would tell you).

That all changed yesterday, when we got the long-awaited call that the sea container had finally arrived at the hangar. We cancelled all plans for the day and sped down to Wilson airport to inspect the contents and get our stuff… all 39 boxes of them! Stuff we hadn’t seen since May, when we packed it and drove it up to NYC to be put onto the aforementioned sea container. Stuff we couldn’t even imagine what it was since it had been so long since we packed it. Stuff we had learned to live without. Stuff we were extremely glad to see again: photo albums, decor, bicycles, everything that the Pampered Chef has ever sold, clothes, toys, videos, beds, mattress!, tools, and the list goes on and on.

Anyhow, we praise God that it all arrived, that nothing was missing or broken (except a few bottles of shampoo that exploded all over the contents of 1 of the boxes). Now we are in the middle of the daunting task of unpacking each box and trying to find a place for its contents in a house that we had pretty much set up with everything we needed.

But it is nice to have more than 7 shirts and 2 pants now…

1 Comment

  1. That is so awesome and so different from those of us with just a one-year contract to be sure.


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