I have read so many posts and questions about whether to
ship your stuff, buy new stuff, borrow stuff or hope someone moves back to the
States and maybe you can buy their stuff.
Now, if you’re going to buy the Expat stuff you have to be
really fast and smart.
To give you an idea, I found a perfect stackable washer and dryer in white. It was being
sold by an Expat. Now, being an Expat myself, I know we like good stuff, right? I drove the poor guy crazy with questions;
however I forgot to ask where he lived.
Well, those pesky folks in Cuenca think everybody knows they live in
Cuenca. I think everyone lives on the
coast. Guess where he was. After apologizing profusely for being an
idiot…. I’m still looking. You get the
idea.
So rule 1. : find out where they live and save both of you a
lot of grief.
I’m now going to coach you on packing for your trip. Now, your
idea of packing for the trip and your better half’s idea of packing are not the
same, I’m pretty sure. I use the term
better half loosely in this case! Well,
this old girl had done her homework. I
had read about yucky paper thin scratchy towels, or the towels that are so
expensive you purchase only the wash cloth. Then you use it to dry yourself and your esposo after a day at the beach. Folks think I’m thrifty for purchasing the
wash cloth.
I read over and over about sheets that get these little ball
things all over ‘em, baking soda and clothes for fluffy girls.
After weeks of preparation, the time has come to reach a
consensus on the size of the suitcases, color of the suitcases, do we purchase
the ones with the 360 wheels or the ones with the wheels that just go one
direction. Hum, maybe not a suitcase at
all, I have it, PLASTIC CONTAINERS! But
wait, cardboard boxes are cheaper and the husband gets to use duct tape. Oh my, what is a soon to be Expat to do?
Well we get suitcases, because better half, I think, may
think, he can use them when he runs back to the States. Well I have news for him, HE AIN'T
RUNNEN! I have sold almost all of my
goodies, bought Rosetta Stone, learned to count in Spanish, said good bye to
dear friends, hugged the kids, and cried. Oh yes, I could have also paid for another
college education for what it is costing me to bring the youngest four legged
child. HE AIN'T LEAVEN! Besides, who wants to hear your friends say “I
didn't think you would make it” HE AIN'T LEAVEN!
Ok, back to the suitcases.
We have now spent almost as much on suitcases as airline tickets. BUT my suitcases are spectacular. They are as big as box cars and the wheels
go round and round. Now the BIG DECISION
is what to bring in these dazzling containers.
Containers that are now going to hold everything we need till our big
big suitcase, also known as “The container” arrives from the States. You see, if you ship your stuff, you are
obligated to stick it out just like in marriage for better or for worse,
because these are all the goodies you have left. On the inventory list is long sleeved shirts,
jeans, coats and such. Better Half is sure we will need them on the coast. I have now made the required number of trips to Walmart to
purchase stuff for the prized suitcases.
We now own Space bags in every configuration and size. I have been to
Macy’s to purchase divine sheets in abundance.
Who knows what can happen with new sheets. Promises promises, a girl has
to do what a girl has to do to get new sheets in abundance. I have ordered on-line, wonderful new undies
and braziers, sounds like I’m coming along, because I know, fluffy girl cloths
are not easy to come by in Ecuador.
Cute cloths, check, towels, check, sheets, check, jammies,
check, old beat up housecoat that I love, check, Advil, check, cute
new blanket to go with sheets, check, new make- up, check and a few things for
Gary. No really, he can put anything in
his gigantic bunker on wheels that he so desires. Now that we have checked and double checked
the list, I put all my lovely goodies into the coveted space bags and suck the
life out of them. Checked, sucked and
tucked into the safety of the suitcase.
Then, not so better half carts them off to be weighed. OH MY, one seems to be a bit heavy. He rips open the suitcase and shoves my
lovelies down a little more, like that’s going to make the suitcase weigh less. I can tell you, if that worked I’d let him
shove me around. Zip and back on the
scales. Still to heavy so HE has the
nerve to remove my housecoat. “You don’t
need this.” Excuse me! Let’s take out some of you junk. Nope it’s the loved old housecoat that is
making the suitcase heavy. So,
here we
stand in the lobby of Publix in Florida, suitcase ripped open, my nice new Walmart
Space bag has been violated and he has my robe ready to be discarded. After countless stares he crushes the items
into submission and my old pink housecoat is not at the finish line. So here I arrive in Ecuador with my cute
undies and braziers and nothing to cover up with.
Have you ever wondered what now? What if there’s a fire and I have to run for
my life? I have always followed the Grandmother
rule. Wear clean underwear. If you have
a wreck you never want to die in dirty underwear but a plane crash was never
mentioned.
Well, over a year later we are living happily in Ecuador. I
still don’t have my old pink robe. It’s sitting in a parking lot waiting to be
claimed. Our big big suitcase arrived from
the States and to this day I have never had a clean underwear scare.
