So: that’s my life in New York, all packed up on two trolleys awaiting collection at my storage facility in Manhattan. Six suitcases, three duffle bags and three book cartons. Not a huge amount of stuff for four years in America, when all is said and done. I decided to use cases, as I had no furniture worth shipping (I scattered it all around Williamsburg on street corners, trying not to weep, for others to help themselves to in true New Yorker tradition.)
I was sitting in Ikea eating a dubious canteen lunch with my father two days ago when I heard that it had all finally cleared UK customs free of import duty and had miraculously been allotted a truck arriving in London TODAY (in ten minutes actually). Thank goodness we were already in Ikea, buying fingernail-breaking flatpack storage & wardrobes for the new apartment. Very good timing.
I keep wondering what on earth it all is & how the hell it’s all going to fit in the new flat. But then I examined the photo closely and of the six suitcases there are: a Globetrotter empty bar a rug (the locks pop so I didn’t dare fill it; it’s best used on car journeys), two small cabin wheelies containing magazines & tears from my editing & writing career, one big suitcase of clothes and two medium cases containing household things, kitchen equipment and office stuff. That’s not so bad.
One duffle is shoes & handbags (I know it looks a lot, but I did not pack scientifically, as I was stressed and lobbed it all in. And shoes with shoe trees in take up loads of space). One duffle is, I think cushions, throws & coathangers. A shedload of coathangers. Those things are EXPENSIVE and I worked out they were cheaper to ship than to replace. No idea whatsoever about the contents of third duffle. Winter coats, maybe: they take up a load of space.
Then three cartons. I’m thinking this must be books, all my Muji perspex storage without which my life spirals into unorganised hell, and all the random sh*t that I carted over from Williamsburg at the last minute in a frenzy of concern that I had too much for suitcases I was taking on the plane.
I spent several hours trying to persuade lil’sis to come over today with the Baddog to help watch me unpack but I don’t think I was successful, dammit.