My ship has come in!

Growing up my grandmother would always comment about her “ship” and how when it came in, she would be rich.
Today I can say that my ship REALLY has come in, though sadly, I am not rich in that process.

According to my shipping company, and a couple of other websites I have referenced, the container ship on which my boxes, John, Paul, George and Ringo, are being transported arrives in Durban today, and for the first time in about 6 weeks, my boxes and I are once again on the same continent and in the same country.

Apparently it may take another 2 weeks for my the four of them to hitch hike themselves up the motorway from Durban to Johannesburg, but pretty soon I will be reunited with them, and in a way I will be a little richer for that.

Or at least I will have a bit more clothing…!

Dawning reality

A friend of mine was saying a few days ago how big a move I was about to undertake, and I scoffed that it was all relatively easy. But as time passes and I get closer to flying, the reality and gravity of the situation is dawning.

Right now I am waiting for my boxes to be collected for shipping. Having fussed over them for the last month, I finally have put the last piece of packing tape on box 1 of 4, 2 of 4, 3 of 4 and 4 of 4 - my life possessions summarised numerically, like some kind of bar coding system - as if the memories and cherished possessions packed in those four small packages could be summarised.

And why couldn't I NAME them? Why did I have to number them? Well, what difference - I have named them anyways! John, Paul, George and Ringo (Ringo is the small box) are lined up patiently waiting at the front door - ready for their 2 month traverse to the Southern Hemisphere.

And suddenly I know I am moving. That all plans I am making for "next week" are being made in a new country, in a foreign land.

Reality is beginning to bite...