So, here I am, our shipment of our belongings has finally arrived and I'm under a pile of boxes and in a flurry of flying packing paper, I boxed myself upstairs. We packed A LOT of stuff. It didn't seem like all that much on the U.S. side. It's all Mark's clothes and suits... I haven't even encountered a box of my own clothes :) Plus I am convinced the movers grabbed and packed a bunch of random things out of our garage... we don't need these hedge clippers or a tree pruner here. This is especially odd since we were there telling them what to pack from the neatly organized piles... ...and they packed things in strange ways. It seems some of our clothes were used a substitute packing material, providing padding around, say, the Kitchen Aid mixer in one box and some around a speaker in another. Or I would pull out some enormous ball of packing paper, unravel it to find four small spoons in the center. I know some of these boxes are already emptied, but the sheer quantity and mass of the packing paper leaves the box feeling heavy. I've had to double check a box or two just to make sure something isn't still buried in there. It really is like xmas morning. All these goodies to unwrap! I was telling Mark how surprised I am at just how much this place feels like home. Even before we had any of our stuff here, it has just been a perfect comfortable fit. Now having our belongings here feels like icing on the cake. Well, back to work, I need to dig my way out of here.