7/11/2022

Today marks eleven years since we moved into our present home. In one month, we'll be closing the sale, and moving to Japan. 

My sleep is interrupted every night by various worries. The latest is whether the shipping company - who exhorted us to do our own packing - will challenge Hideo's packing style by insisting on repacking everything to be in compliance with immigration preferences, of course, charging us the commensurate additional fee. Shit! 

Then again, it's only money. What's an extra thousand or two? 

(I'm far too glib about all this. I think it's a defense mechanism).