Yes, you absolutely can blame me for infecting you with that 80’s Peaches and Herb lyric playing in your head after reading the title. If you’d like a reminder or to groove out for a moment, here it is in all its glory:
The song came to my mind when the items I shipped from the US (6 months ago!) were delivered to our new flat.
Somehow both things are true: First, that I really managed just fine with the things I had packed in bags six months ago (that most of the time was in lockdown didn’t hurt). And second, it was also true I felt really happy to see my things again.
While most is still packed up, so far I’ve savored uncovering my dining room table which belonged to my Uncle John and Aunt Janet, the cedar chest and table made by my grandfather, the mug from my friend Gloria, framed photo of Greece from my friend Fran, the little dish from Mrs. Kennison, a woman with whom I stayed in grad school. I’ve also recalled all the practical things my parents have taught me over many moves.
It’s no so much the stuff itself as a treasury of memories. I found a lot of comfort in thinking of dear ones as I unpacked each item.
The move is actually going a bit slow. We’re still at our old place as things are not going as we had hoped. We got the bad news that our boiler is not fit for use – a very unwelcome and expensive surprise. I’m afraid more P. is in order. (Patience)
Tomorrow is D’s birthday so we’re making out first real outing! We’re taking the train to the Scottish Seabird Center in North Berwick (eastern Scotland) for a short seabird sighting cruise. I’m hoping I’ll be able to share some puffin pictures (maybe even babies!) in my next post.
Much love to all those who are reading.
Happy Birthday to Dimitris! How wonderful that you’re reunited with your possessions – enjoy the related memories! I hope the boiler issue is resolved easily (& not too expensively) Lots of hugs to you both.
Happy Birthday Dimitri! And Swooz, thanks for the ear worm. 😬