In those situations the emotions jump through the roof. Not just because of all the work involved to unpack everything but unpacking boxes brings up emotions of home left behind. Momentarily there is a tear inside that screams.
I went through that this week as my container arrived....yep, all the 108 boxes were still there. Momentarily I wished that this container would have fallen off from the ship in the winter storm (in which it has been sailing over the Atlantic).
But no....it made it through, all intact. It took a whole army to pack everything in Finland and at this end there were 2 movers to bring the boxes. Mainly because I had indicated that I do not want them to unpack anything else except furniture.
Which means that all the spare time is this week known to be spent by unpacking the boxes.
On the positive note, it seems that there is a cure for the emotional overwhelm it seems. My fiance found it! It is called the Irish pub & talks :o) After the drained day of mentally fighting against the mountain of boxes my fiance persuaded me to go with him to Irish pub. What wonders 2 ciders, Pretzel and conversations with my fiance did!
Mental note for myself - next time one should clear off 4 rounds instead of two. I donated half of the house to friends, family and to charity. But while unpacking the boxes I think I could have done even better. Will need to remember that in few years time when possible next move comes along :o)
In the meanwhile I will try to study the warehouse picking and packing strategies in own action. Maybe that will be of use at work someday, when needing to find a solution to a client logistics problem.
As in Houston; I will now just say 108 times "Touch Down!" :o)
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