There are so many ironic things about life in general and mine in particular, but right now I’m mostly thinking of moving-related irony (not surprising given that we just took delivery of 7,000 pounds of our stuff on Friday).
Every time we move, we get 2 shipments — the air freight, and the regular slow-boat shipment of household goods. Last time we moved, I did a fairly terrible job of planning our air freight. For some unknown reason, I was obsessed with the idea that we NEEDED to have Stephen’s crib in our air freight to get it there as soon as possible, so over 200 pounds of our 400 pound shipment was his crib. The rest of the weight allowance was taken up with a few sheets and towels, and maybe a few books and clothes. I put all of Stephen’s fall and most of his next-size-up clothes in our regular shipment, figuring it would get there by the end of August at the latest, before it got cold and he needed bigger clothes.
Of course, our air freight arrived 2 weeks after we did, but our household goods took 4 months to get there. We left the U.S. in early June, and it arrived in October. By the time it arrived, it had been cold for a month already, we had purchased a bunch of larger clothes for Stephen, and he had outgrown a bunch of the stuff in the shipment without ever wearing it. The Bumbo seat that would have been a sanity-saver when Stephen was 4 months old and wanted to be able to see everything but couldn’t sit on his own arrived when he had already been sitting up independently for nearly a month.
This time, I vowed I was going to get it right. I made lists, I edited those lists, I agonized and planned and worst-case-scenario’d it. We packed out in July, arriving in Jordan in September. In our suitcases we carried everything we would need until early October. I put everything we would need to survive until Thanksgiving or Christmas in our air freight. All of Stephen’s favorite toys that were too big to fit in our suitcases, and the second-string books that weren’t popular enough to carry around but still important enough to want to have quickly. Nathaniel’s bouncy seat, Bumbo seat, playmat, and next-size-up clothes and diapers. Our entire spice cabinet, our favorite knives, our favorite pots, measuring spoons and cups, colanders, the VoIP phone, all our sheets, the list goes on.
So the irony? Our air freight and household goods arrived here at about the same time, but we got our household goods this past Friday and our air freight is still stuck in customs at the airport. So we have lots and lots of stuff, but none of the things that we use on a daily basis. We have a Bundt pan and muffin tins and no measuring cups. We have our big TV and the surround sound system, but none of our movies.
I’m not actually complaining, as it’s pretty much a miracle that our household goods shipment is here less than a month after we arrived. I’m just appreciating the irony of having carefully planned for every contingency…except this one. And I’m sort of patting myself on the back for what a great job I did identifying the most important items in our home, because pretty much everything in our air freight shipment is something we notice not having.