Repeat After Me (Don't Forget This Stuff Lisa!)

I wish I could write an entire post with song lyrics. I probably will. But maybe not today.

Today instead, I shall tell about these last few days.

So starting Wednesday my depression was acting up. I was feeling sad and lonely and regrettably angry at my husband for "doing this to me". I wondered why I was here and what I was doing which are all questions I ask myself after every move or big change.

I had also started to question our decision to leave everything behind for our wonderful friends/neighbors to take care of. Previous to coming to Italy the first time (last week), we gave POA to a few friends to sign for our stuff with the movers (and other out-processing tasks). I was especially questioning and feeling guilty because they (the movers) called David that day and said they were coming Thursday and Friday and not just Friday as originally planned.

After David got home, we were chatting about everything and I got a phone call which I let propel me into my unstable emotional state. I lost it. I cried and was angry and we made the rash decision to drive back to Germany at 10 p.m.

That happened.

On the way, as the sun was coming up and we were somewhat close to home, our car broke. I mean, I don't know that that's when it actually broke but I'm pretty sure it was on this trip. The next morning David took it to the best mechanic we've ever had and he told us not to fix it. Lol. He said it would cost 2500 euro and would involve taking out the entire engine, etc. He said they COULD fix it but he didn't recommend it. And he told us not to buy Opel's anymore because it's a common problem. Germany friends, if you need a mechanic, let me know. They are reputable. He always actually shows us what's going on in the car... with our own eyes. He has on several occasions picked us up in his own car and taken us back home when our vehicle needs to stay. Like this day (Thursday). He said they could fix it enough to hopefully get us back to Italy (which it did and since then, has worked pretty well).

So there's blessing in disguise number one. What if the car had broken here in Italy where we know no one and have not yet established working relationships with any car people?

Jackson and I watched big brother episode one while the movers packed up our stuff. I snuggled on the couch and even took a nap in my bed.

Then it was Friday.

Everything happened this day! I messaged my mom that in one day: the movers came, I went to the hospital and we bought a car. All in less than 24 hours!

It all went smoothly. We are now proud owners of a Root Beer Float. That's what our cars name is. It looks like one.

We left the movers alone in our house for hours while we were in the process of getting the car situation figured out. Maybe we had cool movers, maybe we didn't but the people who are spreading false information should probably do some fact-checking.

I have asked several people and no one has had a satisfactory answer as to how they decide what they are and are not going to pack. After directing them to yes, please take David's suits, and yes please take the vacuum and to yes please take our memory foam bed topper…they were off! At 240 p.m.! There were a few things I really appreciated about how they handled the move and a few things I didn't love. I really thought it was great that they saved packing up our bedding and kitchen and bathroom stuff for the second day. We were still comfortable that night because we had all of our stuff. I loved that. What I didn't love (and I'm writing this down so I remember because most of it was the same from our move to Germany)

--The final stuff… always feels crazy rushed. I was rushed with signing the papers. Including the survey stuff which clearly states they are not to be around when it is filled out.

--They left trash! They didn't leave their packing materials but they did leave food trash and stuff in my paper bin. Um, you live in Germany. You know better. They also left a big black bag full of trash in our front driveway

-- And of course the random crap they left behind. I also figured out after they were long gone that they didn't move a single thing from the guest bathroom in the entryway, they didn't take my fake tree that is huge, and then other random things which ended up completely filling the broken car.

So Lisa, when you move next time, don't let them do this stuff! Because most likely you'll be flying to your next duty station and ain't nobody got suitcases for dat.

Anyway, it was pretty smooth sailing after that.

For the last 3 days we were in Germany, we were staying with Ian and Mariah. And this is blessing in disguise number …. Many. If none of this had happened, we wouldn't have had the time to stay with them. I really needed it. I slept SO well on that couch, and my heart and soul are filled to the brim with positive memories. I'm thankful and seriously so blessed (Did you ever read that blog?).

I’ve had this post written for awhile but the internet here at the hotel is not good. At all. It may take 5 hours to post, but I’m gonna try! Will you come visit? 

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