Shipping

We had visits from reps from two shipping companies today, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. It was a bit strange to show them round our house, especially as a couple of the rooms are bombsites (the guest room because it's being used as a staging area for stuff to move; Toby's room because it houses an eight year old boy). But we were reassured that our place is actually in really good shape, and we're well on top of what we need to be  doing. And when I say "we" I mean Emma because she's been doing the bulk of the organizing, packing, moving and clearing. I have a fair bit of paperwork to clear this weekend, which should be fun.

The strange thing is that the movers will do all the packing for us, probably at the end of next week, including packing all our clothes and kitchen stuff. So apart from tagging our stuff for going with us in the flight, or in the air or sea shipments there's really no packing we can do, and that makes us feel a bit like we're not doing a whole lot. It's a strange feeling of limbo. The good thing is it's making us look forward even more to getting going, to get into the new house and be in our new normal.