The movers showed up at just a hair past the crack of dawn this morning.
Actually, that's a lie.
They got there at 9am. It just seemed like the crack of dawn to me because we were up until 2:30 in the morning getting things ready for them to arrive.
We are fortunate as a military family to have the government pay for and arrange for our things to be packed and shipped back to the States.
You'd think this perk would take the stress out of moving.
But it doesn't.
The movers they hire are professionals. They pack stuff up fast. And they pack everything. No jokes. If it's out where they can find it, they will pack it. We've heard stories of ladies' purses getting packed, the family hamster getting packed and even a girl's sandwich was packed when she left the room.
So we spent the entire night last night grouping together anything and everything we'd still need until the day we get on the plane. This means all toilet paper, shampoos, and plane tickets needed to be out of sight.
We, unfortuately, forgot about the plane tickets. They are currently in a crate somewhere headed off to a big boat.
Oh well. At least those can be reprinted.
To illustrate the speed in which they work, here's a visual. When they first got here, I called my mom on Skype. By the time our 30 minute conversation was over, this is what my house looked like.
I was a bit taken aback. This was also around the time I realized the plane tickets were long gone.
So I started paying a bit more attention.
The coolest thing that I found that these guys did was this:
Many people in Singapore live in multi-story buildings, so I'm sure stairs start to really suck after a while for movers.
I really liked their solution.
They had a guy at each landing to intercept the package and send it along to the next guy. It was like watching a well-oiled machine.
So even though packing hasn't been completely smooth sailing, at least I was entertained.
Not that it's a hard thing to do.
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