All of our worldly belongings (minus the items left in storage-purgatory nine years ago: ladder, first generation Tivo, beige computers) have left Hong Kong and are on a cargo ship bound for Europe.
As luck (or convenient planning) would have it, I was absent from this pack-out. In fact, while my husband was dealing with the movers, I was in America staring at this:
While he was sorting through kitchen cabinets, I was watching a pair of Bald Eagles fish from the large tree above.
While he was shutting off automatic utility payments, I was sorting shells from stones on the beach and pretending to be a billy goat tromping over a forest bridge:
While he was holding conference calls across time zones and amongst these boxes, I was eating ice cream.
During our last international move two years ago, I dealt with the movers while also trying to get a one-year-old to nap.
This time I enjoyed every single moment of not dealing with anything other than choosing our next outing in the Pacific Northwest.
Photo credits: All of the photos above are via my mom, Linda Brown. Well, except for the one filled with boxes. That one is via my husband.