Manic Monday

We were told about a week and a half ago that our possessions (which are being shipped via air freight) would be in Dublin on August 21 or 22, and that we'd probably get them on August 29 or 30 (after Customs was done pawing through everything).

This past Monday, I reached out to the Irish moving coordinator for an update.  She said that our stuff still wasn't in Ireland, that personal goods can get bumped from a flight if perishable goods need to get transported.

Both Eli and I were quite upset about this development.  Neither of us have ever had an international move so perhaps this indeed is the norm, but as I said to him, "If our stuff can get bumped indefinitely, why the fuck did we pay extra for air freight, thinking that would be faster???"

Come Tuesday morning, I was still pretty distraught after having ruminated about the situation the previous day.  I started to hate everything about being here.  I had the thought "I want to go home!" which was quickly followed by the feeling of not really having a home to return to.

I lay down in bed and just cried like my heart was breaking.  I just kept thinking, "I want to go home, I want to go home."  Everything felt very bleak and hopeless and dark.

After a while, I said to myself, "Okay, that's enough."  So I got out of bed, had second breakfast (yes, I am a hobbit), went to Tesco (and set off the alarm), and otherwise went about my day.

We got an email from the relocation/moving coordinator later in the day that some of our stuff was at an airport in England and waiting for a flight to Dublin.  Since then, two-thirds of our shipment has reached Dublin; apparently, they broke our belongings up into three shipments and there wasn't room for everything on one flight so one-third is still floating around somewhere.

Once everything has arrived in Dublin, the Customs process can start.  Hopefully this means we'll have our things in a week or so.  I am keeping my fingers crossed that everything will be undamaged and nothing will be missing.