Even though we have about 6 more weeks before we fly back to the United States from South Korea, we are already in motion.
The movement began with an assignment. We were originally suppose to be here in Korea for two years, but after we had been here for just a few months, we found out that we would be moving to Alabama after only one year. At that point, plans began to be made and life began to take on a temporary feel. We had to get housing set up for the new assignment right away (you can read about that here). Conversations started to include the statements '...before we leave...' and '...after we move...' While we waited for orders (official paperwork), our calendar started to fill up with dates for the process of moving, the first of which is getting our stuff from here to there.
Since it takes a few months for household goods to make the trip by boat, they needed to be sent ahead of us. The moving company had an inspector come to evaluate our move. This is the beginning of the part that makes me feel unsettled. I don't like people looking in my closets and cupboards, and though it may not be true, I always feel like I'm being sized up. Being in Korea didn't help this at all. The inspector kept making comments about us having too much stuff and our TVs being too big, etc. Since English was not his first language, and he kept smiling while saying it, I could never figure out whether he was insulting us or complementing us. A week later the movers arrived at 8am and had us packed and loaded on the truck by 3:30pm of the same day. Previous movers have always taken at least 2-3 days so I was up all that night wondering if they broke anything in their haste. The guy in charge kept assuring me that Korean movers are the most careful ones. I hope that proves to be true.
We were only in the hotel for a couple nights when loaner furniture was delivered to our empty apartment so that we could continue to live there until it is time for us to leave. This part is nice. Well, mostly nice. The double mattress that the base loaned us is not really big enough for two people to sleep on so I have spent many nights on the loaner couch. Its also smallish, but so am I, so it mostly works. What really works though, is having less stuff. I already miss things like our bed and my desk, and eventually I would miss the rest of it too. But for a while, less stuff is nice. Its less to take care of. Less to be responsible for. There are less dishes and laundry to do, though that also means they have to be done more often. *sigh* I must say that I do like having less toys to convince the kids to put away. I think I might even be hoping that the box marked 'toys' gets lost during the move.