Moving In

Our bed arrived!

This may sound petty to folks who are reading this from a comfortable perch on the sofa or in a familiar office environment, but for us globetrotters whose immediate wordly possessions fit into four suitcases and whose pregnant backs adjusted to air mattresses and hide-a-beds, the sight of our own bed never looked so good.

For six weeks, Dan and I lived out of four suitcases (three, really, as one was for Miss Sophie's things) as our stuff sailed in a container from Oakland, CA, to Hamburg, Germany. We cheered when the doorbell rang at 7:30 AM, and the driver said that our container would arrive at 8 AM. In true German punctual form, the doorbell rang again right at 8, no sooner, no later. Team Relocation lit their cigarettes, got to work, and within a two hours, off-loaded scores of boxes.

JRR Tolkien might have visited Germany, for the Hobbits, like the Germans, take a second breakfast around 10 AM. I dashed to the bakery to pick up some coffee, doughnuts and salami sandwiches for the crew--my first time driving the car solo! We all sat outside in the patio and enjoyed a coffee break. Then, the five-man crew went for a second smoke break in the front of the house, and continued to offload our stuff.

Team Relocation and Storke Movers were fantastic. They reassembled every bit of furniture, placed it wherever we wanted, even if that meant moving it several times throughout the house, and unpacked every box (except the ones we insisted stay packed). When the crew left at 5, our house was functional. We just needed to purchase a few things, like bathroom cabinets, rugs, and lamps. :-) And, they will recycle all those empty cardboard boxes next week.