A team of Jordanian helpers brought the four crates holding my earthly possessions and got to work. One guy was responsible for opening boxes (despite speaking no English, he managed to school me whenever I tried to open boxes on my own, denying him an opportunity to use his exact-o knife). A second guy carried boxes and paper out of the apartment. The final two guys moved the boxes to their designated rooms and unpacked and placed the furniture I brought.
Opening the boxes was like greeting old friends. "The wii!" "My spices!", "DVD's!", "pillows!" "toilet paper!", "More Toilet Paper!!", "still MORE toilet paper!", and "HOW MUCH TOILET PAPER DID I BUY?!?" (apparently a lot - it was stuffed into 11 different boxes).
However, it was also a little disheartening. An obsessively recycler, by the end of the day I was convinced the Lorax was looking on, broken-hearted at the many forests of trees killed to pack up my boxes. You are looking at thirteen jars and cans of various jams, teas, and sauces - all I was able to find in that huge pile of paper and large box.
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| So much waste. |
By 3:00 p.m., we were all exhausted and my apartment looked like a giant bomb had exploded, raining miscellany down on the helpless inhabitants below.
I only have 13 boxes left to unpack. All of them are labeled "decorations". Let's hope that one of those "decorations" boxes actually contains shoes. Otherwise, there will be some soft sobbing into my pillow later this week.
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| The remaining boxes. I am hoping they will unpack themselves magically while I'm sleeping. |
3 comments:
I love seeing Uncle Henry's desk and your grandmother's buffet in Jordan. Isn't the world amazing!
Where are the boxes with your heavenly possessions? Those are the ones I want to see!
The question is not whether or not all that paper and boxes were needed, but whether or not you got a thneed out of it. After all everyone needs needs needs needs needs to have a thneed.
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