Pack 'Em Up And Ship 'Em Out

 Day One:  If I had to sum up our Belgian Movers in one word, it would have to be... IMPRESSIVE!  Of all our moves, this one seems to be the best by far.  They arrived early in the morning and seriously jobbed out.   They boxed up the entire first floor and a lot of the second before the kids even got out of school!  These guys are some packing machines.  And they have a great sense of humor.  I love what they did with our Grandfather clock.  The weather was so nice that they used their lunch hour to get some much needed sun in the backyard.  I don't blame them. It was a beautiful day!   

 Day Two:  The movers arrived bright and early once again and finished packing up the house.  Unfortunately, Mother Nature had some tricks up her sleeve.  Typical of the weather here, it quickly went from comfy to cold, sunny to cloudy, and then... it hailed.  A lot.  They were anywhere from pea size to marble size.  Then as quickly as it started, it stopped.  Of all the things here that I will miss, crazy weather is not one of them.  Sorry Belgie!

Day Three:  All of our belongings were quickly loaded up into crates and carted off.  There is nothing left but a few borrowed beds and a loaner couch.  It's kind of sad, but it's also very exciting.  It won't be long until we get to follow them back to the great US of A!  Until then, we sit in our chilly, echoing cavern of a house and wait.  And Russ dreams of the day he will see his baby (Harley) once again.  Provided, of course, that it doesn't become a man made reef at the bottom of the big blue sea.  Heh heh heh.  That will serve him right for saying that's what happened to my van a couple of weeks ago. ;0)

Moving

We don't have much longer is lovely Belgium. In fact, my van ships out in less than two weeks. My furniture leaves a couple of weeks after that. This is the part that makes me nervous. Our lives are boxed up and loaded onto a boat, sailing out across that big big ocean. I feel like I'm holding my breath until it arrives at the other side. I sat down and had a little chat about it with my van the other day. She's very excited to be going back home again. "Wide roads with room for two vehicles to pass without pulling off onto the shoulder?" she asked. "And parking spaces big enough for even me?" You bet, I told her. She practically bounced out of the driveway. Yep. She's excited. Russ and I will drop her off with a pat on the hood and a couple of dramamine in the fuel tank (she gets seasick, don't judge), and she'll be on her merry way. Pretty soon after that, we'll be joining her. Hmmmm. It might be time to start thinking about names for my new blog. Beachy Barb doesn't quite have the same ring to it. Russ tells me that Barb's A Beach probably isn't the best choice as well.