Thursday, April 15, 2010

The Bags Are Packed

Like my mother insisting that her enormous cats aren't fat but fluffy, I have a remarkable capacity for denial in regards to moving.

At the end of any move, I always manage to convince myself that we just have a few little things left that will fit in a sandwich bag. Of course, those last little doodads wind up being a giant pile of randomly packed sacks with a DVD, a battery, three safety pins, a pen, half a bottle of ketchup, a mini screwdriver, and a banana.

This morning we hired a canter truck to bring said random junk to the PC house (where we will dump it in the free box!), so we have officially moved out of our place. We are now living out of suitcases until we get home. Woo!

1 comment:

Jim said...

All my bags are packed and I’m ready to go
I’m standin’ here outside my door
Zambia, its time to say goodbye
There are many tales I have to share
It takes so long to get anywhere
Already I’m so happy I could die

So Kiss me and smile for me
I’m no longer a PCV
Trevor get the bags, its time to go
Cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane
Don’t know why I’ll be back again
Oh Baby, I hate to go

Thanks Lisa For all your wonderful blogs, and although we’re complete strangers, I’ve enjoyed reading about all your adventures. I wish you safety and happiness in your upcoming journey and hope to read about that also. My girlfriend is one of your current Eastern Zambia PCV’s and it has been quite helpful to read about life in that part of the world through your vivid and enthusiastic words. Thank you again for writing and I wish you all the best!