Posting from my phone: May 14, 2012

Things I've learned on the packers' first day:

It is customary to give the workers coffee while they are here. Too bad I'm all out of coffee and just got rid of my coffee maker.
I should not try to make jokes in German.
Watching everything get packaged up is easier the second time around.
I'm more relaxed today than I was last week.
There's always more I can find to throw away in my kids' rooms--when they aren't looking.
8 suitcases take up a lot of space.
If you designate a small utility room as a "do not pack" room, you will keep adding to it until it is full.
If you tell your kids they can bring more in their carry-ons because they aren't going on the train, they will fill them so full that they can't carry them. The prospect of a 13 hour travel day makes me not care how heavy the bags are.
The tape rollers make a really squeaky noise.
Seeing my friend's new garden makes me look forward to setting up again, and being done with taking down.

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