7/1/2022

I’m caught up in a whirlwind of conflicting demands and emotions. It seems now that shipping companies are booked through the summer, so the admonition to reserve early was legitimate. Furthermore, it turns out that our household goods cannot be shipped until we have our visa in place. That creates a whole new set of problems with storing our things until they can be shipped. Of course, such complications only make me question this idea of this relocation as absurd and idiotic, yet I find myself being pulled inexorably in that direction. This move has now taken on a life of its own, and I am being swept up in the preparations.

The more I read, the more impossible it all seems. From parking restrictions of the container truck at our townhouse and the narrow streets in Japan, to Hideo’s stubbornness at getting things done and constant arguing about methodology. I feel sick. Shipping our entire household seems as far as it can possibly be.

Shipping individual pieces of furniture is more manageable, but the screen is presenting incredible problems because of its size. And I cannot simply donate it. Even putting my fine things in a consignment shop requires moving. A moving truck. Packing.

What the hell am I doing?