Yesterday was my first pack-out for the foreign service. I was lucky: instead of a whole apartment to box up, I had a relatively small number of items. A bike, a birdcage, a desk, dressers, and chair, lots of books, lots of clothing, a few kitchen knick-knacks, and that’s about it. The rest of the furnishing belongs to Peter, and will be going to New York with him.
I’d already packed up all my personal luggage and hid it in the car/coat closet. My movers arrived towards the end of their two hour window. It was a father/son crew which has fantastic comedic potential jsyk.
While the son got to work on my books, his dad helped me with my UAB. He had a scale and we weighed things as we went.
A few things I learned: 1. Liquids can’t go in air baggage, even domestically; 2. No lighters anywhere; 3. Candles and storage don’t mix.
These were all questionable items, I knew, but I decided to try and get my questions answered. So now I know, and now so do you!
Four hours later and my apartment was empty. I was happy to learn that 250 lbs goes much further than I thought. I was able to fit all my clothing and shoes, two pillows, a dozen books, board games, organizing supplies, nice kitchen knives, some (carefully packaged) electronics, and some other random things I of course now can’t remember into them. I even had 15 lbs left over at the end!
All in all, the stress about the move was way worse than the actual process, and now I can enjoy my last few days in Boston in a hotel without having to try and live without everything I’ve packed!