Estonia, Moving

18 Days

Last Friday, the shipping company ( came to get the (waaaaaay too many) boxes I packed to send to my new home in Tallinn, Estonia. The guys were absolutely great, and I felt incredibly comfortable to know that not only did they treat these boxes as something important, but that they also packed the shipping container themselves, not leaving it the port guys. The guy who did the main moving/packing thinks he recognized me from “back in the day” at Uni. I have zero memory of him, but it was fun to think about those early days I was in New York.

Lots of boxes were moved to their van. Seven of those were books – 21 square feet (1.9 square meters!!). Not a chance I could even move those boxes on my own..and yet they lifted them as if they were filled with just air.

I know I packed too much.

8 of the too many boxes to mention!
8 of the too many boxes to mention!

However, I decided that if I felt I wanted the item – that lovely vase, my shower curtain, the quilts – I didn’t want to be without them.  I am moving to a new home, where I want my things for my home. Yeah.. I understand that “things are just things”. But that quilt gives me joy and makes me feel good and comfortable.  It was the first thing that had color that I bought in 2006, after many years of zero color allowed in my life. Beautiful. Orange. Lovelyness.

Not a single thing I packed was less than that. If it did not make me happy, it didn’t come. And holy shit.. a lot of stuff didn’t make it (the Christmas Tree Shop duck that I apparently needed, as an example). To prove that, the guys came on Saturday and removed all the remaining things – sofa, shelves, tables, etc.

Moving company dude carrying my sofa by himself!
Moving company dude carrying my sofa by himself!

My rooms now have an echo.

Some things were packed and sent to Estonia because my husband wanted them:

The Egg Tray
The Egg Tray

All in all, the lead up to the boxes being sent on, and the junk guys coming to pick up everything else was highly stressful. As I packed, or threw out/donated, there were both the feelings of excitement and sorrow.  But after everything was gone, a sense of relief  that came over me was incredibly powerful. A huge giant weight off my shoulders. I was “Snoopy” like…


Now.. the countdown to my flight to Tallinn, to my husband, and my new home is a bit endless. 20 days seems like 6 months. 18 days is absolutely endless.

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Are you ready for me, husband? ;)
Moving, Poetry

Why move..

Well, first off, I want to live with my husband :P

And secondly, this poem has been in the back of my mind for years, simmering at a low temperature until it started boiling, and I decided to “risk what is safe for the uncertain”. Everything this poem says is the real truth of life – for me, at least.

Die Slowly

Written by Martha Medeiros

You start dying slowly

If you do not travel,

If you do not read,

If you do not listen to the sounds of life,

If you do not appreciate yourself.


You start dying slowly

When you kill your self-esteem;

When you do not let others help you.


You start dying slowly

If you become a slave of your habits,

Walking everyday on the same paths…

If you do not change your routine,

If you do not wear different colours

Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.


You start dying slowly

If you avoid to feel passion

And their turbulent emotions;

Those which make your eyes glisten

And your heart beat fast.


You start dying slowly

If you do not change your life

when you are not satisfied with your job,

or with your love,

If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,

If you do not go after a dream,

If you do not allow yourself, At least once in your lifetime,

To run away from sensible advice…


Estonia, Moving

Sorting and Packing…

…for moving overseas =

  1. Sorting through everything
  2. Packing what you are keeping and shipping
  3. Sorting again for people who want this or that
  4. Sorting for things that go to be donated
  5. Sorting things that are going to the garbage
  6. End up with way too many boxes to ship
  7. Sit back and panic