Yesterday morning I had a near emotional collapse. We missed a call from the shipping company…well we answered it, but the call got dropped because of bad reception. I got dressed quickly and ran outside to call him back. But the minutes on our pre-paid phone had ran out. I tried to send the number a text message…but again, no credit on the phone.
So, I went to a café to get some coffee and recharge the minutes. But my French bank card wasn’t working. Somewhere between finishing my café creme and walking back to the apartment I came close to losing my mind. Something about this place makes it easy to do…
But of course…problem solved 30 minutes later. I walked to the phone company and paid cash for more minutes. No biggie. Then I went to the bank and found that our card was locked because of inactivity for so long, and it will be fixed on Monday.
But…i still couldn’t get a hold of the shipper.
He called finally, at 7pm. His first words after I told him I needed it picked up today were, “It’s not possible.” This is the European way of saying, “I don’t think I want to make this happen.” But in the end, the guy was great and he did make it happen!!! At approximately 1pm the shipper came! He was very hesitant about getting our stuff because I don’t think that this is something he normally does. After calling back to home base to check to see if this was kosher (which made me nervous), he was gracious and helped me load all our stuff in his truck. And he was off. Our material possessions off in a little Volkswagen moving van. It will be really weird to see our European life expressed in possession on US soil. It will be like when you run into friend in a weird place that you don’t expect to see them in.
So now, I hope that I’ll be able to enjoy being here. Enjoy sleeping better. Enjoy mornings at the café reading. I’m feeling relaxed just thinking about it.
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