Now, for all of you non-military-eds or those of you who have never moved, or moved overseas, I'm going to give you an exclusive, in-depth look at the innards of a military move. Get ready for the ride of your life.
It all started on a morning in September. The moving company was supposed to arrive to pack up the rest of our belongings and send them away on a ship. We woke up early, treated ourselves to Starbucks, and waited. Turns out they forgot about us. Soooo, 3 hours later the crew arrives.
It was an all-day frenzy of packing paper and boxes. Not a thing missed. Well, actually, they did forget a few things...and now they are in Katy instead of Japan...You win some, you lose some. It was all packed and mashed into wooden crates and loaded in a truck to take it to its home for the next 2-3 months.
Next came the waiting. While we pranced around Texas, our stuff was on the arduous trip through the Panama Canal and around the world. We had a few worries...apparently in bad conditions, the sailors will toss off extra weight (i.e. our prized possessions) into the ocean so the boat won't sink. Glad it didn't come to that! The crates were no doubt tossed and turned and pushed and shoved. But they finally arrived in OKINAWA!
Fast forward to last Tuesday. Another crew unloaded and unpacked ALL of the stuff (imagine rooms with stuff all over). That's when the adventure started...seeing what survived the war...I mean move. We were pleasantly surprised. A glass here, a lap desk there...not too shabby. Then there were some surprises. Like the love seat that now has a downward slant to the left (diagnoses: lost leg/twisted frame). And like our queen-size duvet cover AND down comforter conveniently shoved into a carry-on-size suitcase. Really Darrell? (Darrell was a packer in NC...I'm not sure if his name was really Darrell, but he reminds me of Darrell from The Office.)
Now we take pictures of everything broken or damaged, make a list, and submit it to an overworked/inefficient office to be reimbursed for our expenses. Or we try to fix what we can. Zac glued together a few cracked chair frames and dresser drawers. I took the duvet to be dry cleaned...another fiasco...I think they washed instead of dry cleaned our silk duvet, and now our great BEFORE:
Photos from Pottery Barn and 1stwishes.com
Looks more like crepe paper:
So there you have it. Can't wait to do it again in another 3 years. And in all honesty, we got it great, comparatively, to other horror stories I've heard. No broken electronics, no cats packed in the dresser drawer, no old garbage packed in a box. And after all, they are all just worldly things meant to get us through the day.
Want to see some more war wounds? See below. [Sidenote: we didn't take these pictures just for the blog. We had to anyway for our claims. Just so you don't think our lives are THAT boring that we just take pictures of our broken things. We really aren't that self obsessed. Promise.]
Chair Fracture
No use crying over broken glass
Our couch just wanted to LEAN BACK like his bro from the hood, Darrell.
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