In addition to the heaps and heaps of stuff we had (which was so appalling Taxman and I have agreed to make a concerted effort to acquire less of it), it took a hugely frustrating amount of time to sort through everything else. The papers and documents, leftover food and kitchen items, cleaning products, lightbulbs and paper goods. Things that make a house a proper place to live. We could have tossed it all in the trash, but that would have been even more wasteful than I thought we already were, so we also dropped some off by neighbors, donated to a food bank, made three trips to Goodwill, and brought boxes of things to Taxman’s aunt, who will find places among the less well-off in her community for the mattresses, the baby paraphernalia, and…I don’t even remember what else.
I am tired and cranky and actually looking forward to the flight not as a chance to rest (12 hours in a tin can with hundreds of crazy children? and I never, ever sleep on planes) but to quiet my mind. Finally the apartment in the US will be empty and clean (although we took it almost to the last minute) and we won’t yet be facing the mountains of paperwork required to turn us into Israeli citizens. Hell, just to be Israeli apartment dwellers will require a huge outlay of time and money–shedding of all that American sized furniture requires shopping for replacements. Oh, and appliances. Probably a bad idea to move into a desert in the summer without a fridge, yes?
So 12 hours to socialize with other crazy people also throwing over This American Life without being able to send an email, make a phone call, or worry about the Present (as opposed to the immediate future) seems kind of appealing right now.