Unpacking

The workers were back today to unpack boxes and set up furniture. David and I had watched a fairy tale on TV recently, where a poor man kept getting goaded into making bad trades (Tauschen! the townsfolk would chant: Trade!). Today, I needed one of the workers to switch bookshelf pieces. He couldn't understand what I was indicating with my gestures, so I pointed to the two pieces and declared, "Tauschen!" He got it.

It's great to have the kids' clothes and toys, and our books and CDs, but I was surprised at how happy I became when unpacking cleaning supplies and paper products. I had made an ill-timed shopping trip to BJs warehouse (like Costco) the week before we found out we were moving. We were loaded up on food, toilet paper, floss, Windex, washing detergent, etc. and we weren't sure what would make the trip over. David, on his trip back to Atlanta, saw that the packers refused to pack any food or cleaning agents, but he wasn't sure what they packed either.

It was like Christmas, finding Swiffer sheets, shampoo and conditioner, dryer sheets, toilet paper, soap and Ziploc bags. That meant fewer things I had to buy at the store!