airfreight above
ahhhh moving! I was meant to go Tuesday, which was already delayed from the 10th. Sunday I had a goodbye dinner, Monday packing and errands, then said goodbye and even hugged my favourite record store clerk in the Sydney area, then dinner with E and her boyfriend next door. Then packing and cleaning, and the unwise idea of staying up all night to finish. No, not a good idea. It seems like when I was younger I could miss all the sleep in the world, staying up all night driving on roadtrips, but I could not, not at all, miss food. Now, I can not stay up all night and be ok the next day, but I can miss a meal or a few with only minor annoyance.
(as I'm writing this in the Holiday Inn near the Auckland Airport, waiting for my laundry to finish in the hotel dryer, and I'm h u n g r y! so hungry I'm thinking about ordering from 24 hour room service, although ordering room service is always wrong, financially, and eating chips and cheese sandwiches at 1 in the morning is a mistake)
oh, so Tuesday morning I realise that there is no way I'm going to be ready in 4 hours for Sarah to pick me up to go to the airport. (awww, nice, she insisted on seeing me off though I usually do these things alone, it was nice to go the normal way with a hugging, travel-safely, miss-you send off.) Plus, I feel like I'm underwater, and when I go to the laundromat to do one last load of dirty clothes (eeew! flying/moving with dirty laundry makes me feel yuck, and think of the security screeners who I don't want to subject to dirty clothes) anyway, at the laundry I have a hard time starting the machine, and remembering what's going on. Call Sarah and Air NZ, rearrange for Wednesday. One of the things I love about Australia and New Zealand is the nearly endless fixability of everything (except student visas). Miss a plane? just get on the next one. carrying your body weight in records/ books/purses/coats as carryons? no problem, after the official "passengers are allowed one carryon in economy class" announcement, the flight attendants and complete strangers help get all the stuff onto the plane.
So Wednesday is better, but still a mad dash to the airport, which keeps me from worrying or getting unhappy about leaving, it's all concentrating on making the flight and dragging 3 checked and 3 carryon through the airport. Made it. Relief. New Start,
(more tomorrow, when I get the truck to pick up the air freight and take it to the storage unit on the new industrial drive near the oil tank farm and the women's prison.)
(as I'm writing this in the Holiday Inn near the Auckland Airport, waiting for my laundry to finish in the hotel dryer, and I'm h u n g r y! so hungry I'm thinking about ordering from 24 hour room service, although ordering room service is always wrong, financially, and eating chips and cheese sandwiches at 1 in the morning is a mistake)
oh, so Tuesday morning I realise that there is no way I'm going to be ready in 4 hours for Sarah to pick me up to go to the airport. (awww, nice, she insisted on seeing me off though I usually do these things alone, it was nice to go the normal way with a hugging, travel-safely, miss-you send off.) Plus, I feel like I'm underwater, and when I go to the laundromat to do one last load of dirty clothes (eeew! flying/moving with dirty laundry makes me feel yuck, and think of the security screeners who I don't want to subject to dirty clothes) anyway, at the laundry I have a hard time starting the machine, and remembering what's going on. Call Sarah and Air NZ, rearrange for Wednesday. One of the things I love about Australia and New Zealand is the nearly endless fixability of everything (except student visas). Miss a plane? just get on the next one. carrying your body weight in records/ books/purses/coats as carryons? no problem, after the official "passengers are allowed one carryon in economy class" announcement, the flight attendants and complete strangers help get all the stuff onto the plane.
So Wednesday is better, but still a mad dash to the airport, which keeps me from worrying or getting unhappy about leaving, it's all concentrating on making the flight and dragging 3 checked and 3 carryon through the airport. Made it. Relief. New Start,
(more tomorrow, when I get the truck to pick up the air freight and take it to the storage unit on the new industrial drive near the oil tank farm and the women's prison.)