trex

As comedic relief and an attempt to cheer anyone who interacted with my life on it's transatlantic pilgrimage, I sketched Tyrannosaurus Rex in a party hat.

On both crates.

Hopefully customs would appreciate it.

I did the final check and nailed down the tops only hours before the lory driver was scheduled to arrive. I planned it so that my things spent minimal time outside in the lot for fear of something happening to them, although it was gated, it is London.

The driver arrived, thankfully with the needed pallet jack and lift gate. We discovered quickly that there was a heavy corner on each crate. I don't know anything about that.

Time for Mediterranean left overs, the sleeps after which were amazing as things were now out of my hands. Schedules were made, people were paid, items packaged and cleaned and as ready for their journey as I could make them. I had completed what I needed to for the first ship.

Yes, that's chocolate cake.

packing

Another beautiful day in London.

Packing the remainder of my belongings into the space available wasn't easy. I used thick trash bags and double packed everything to help keep things from the environment during it's journey, using supports where needed.

Clothing, bicycles and gear, snowboard gear, linens, kitchen utensils, tools, car parts, media, work. My life in two, 1 meter boxes. My life.

As reference, I don't live here anymore, but as instructed I wrote my delivery address on all sides of each crate, one blue and one red. It seemed a bit odd to be labeling these like any correspondence you would send in the post, envelope standard.

Everything packed and ready to be picked up.

Another great dinner provided by just eat uk, a service which delivers from a multitude of restaurants to those who just packed everything they own.

And yes, to go along with the ripped heal, I banged my toe significantly. It's ok, I can move it. Dinner was superb.