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T Minus 24 Hours
We’re leaving our house in Vermont tomorrow (!) for a mini vacation in Salem, Massachusetts. Then Thursday we fly to Prague.
It’s so on.
I’ve written so many blog posts and so many new recipes for you IN MY IMAGINATION. But packing and emotional goodbyes-for-now have made it impossible for me to focus. My emotions feel far too large for my 5’4″ frame, so I thought I’d share some photos that capture some of our activities of the last few weeks. I promise the words will come later.
We drove 33 boxes of personal stuff to Boston so it can be shipped to Prague. It’s all going on a quite a journey: a truck from Boston to New York… where it gets on a ship from Baltimore… which sails to Hamburg, Germany where our boxes are offloaded to a truck which carries them to a warehouse in Prague. I wish we’d been able to pack everything in old-timey trunks with illustrated labels like this:
Instead, our boxes looked like this:
We rented a ginormous SUV, and when we were finished packing it, we couldn’t possibly fit anything else inside. It was like a supreme game of Tetris.
Now the house is empty and echo-y and unpleasant everywhere except the kitchen—still mostly functioning with my good knives and some so-so pans—and the bedroom because our bed isn’t being moved out until after we’re gone. The weird noises and commotion have made Smudge super jumpy. Poor kitty!
And it only got worse for her.
To get her legally and safely to Prague, she had to visit the vet for a final exam. She was not happy about it.
A few indignities and seven pages of paperwork later, Smudge returned home and immediately forgot her trauma. Meanwhile, I sweated it out, waiting for her paperwork to be approved by the USDA in Albany. Thanks to FedEx, we had her notarized “passport” in our hands 24 hours later. Now the three of us are prepared when someone demands “PAPERS!” in a Slavic accent. In my imagination, I’m always in a 1980s, spy-themed music video, kind of like this:
Back in March, we decided to start counting down the days to our move. It was fun to track our moods as we crossed off each day: happy, excited, anxious, tired… so many of those Xs represent “tired.” And now we’re almost there!
Tomorrow, we have last-minute donations of furniture and odds-and-ends at our community thrift store, and I have a very important meeting*. (*It’s not a meeting. I need a haircut.) On Wednesday, we’re being tourists in Salem and going on a 2-hour walking tour that hits all the hot spots, like the Witch House, Pickering House 1660, and the Salem Witch Trials Memorial. I always feels so sad for the witches of Salem—these tour spots seems like a very timely reminder about social hysteria and judgment of people who are “other”—but it will also be delightful to do something not related to packing and moving and evaluating every object in the house ohmygosh,willitneverend?!
There are going to be many “moving into our apartment” adventures when we arrive in Prague on Friday, but we’ve already identified our first two meals—it’s important to keep one’s priorities straight. For post-flight breakfast, it’s the Café Savoy for the French breakfast (it includes Merguez Sausage!)…
I’m probably going to be a little absent from the blog for a week or so, but I’ll be sharing photos and stories on Instagram and Twitter, so check in with me there! And if you’d like a taste of Prague in your kitchen, try these Czech Meatballs, Czech Garlic Soup, Vampire-Fighting Pork Stew, or Ćevapčići and Ajvar.