I miss my bed. Futons, air mattresses, hotel beds and rental beds just are not the same. I miss my books. Okay, I haven't really been reading but just being able to see all my books has a strange calming effect. I miss my kitchen stuff. One is really limited to what they can do with a few pans, a few bowls and no baking pans. I think Matt is excited about the bed even more than I am. Plus his toolbox full of tools, nuts, bolts and spring plungers that will not have any use over here. (such a man)
Tomorrow, as of 2 pm Japan time, our stuff is supposed to be delivered. They will unload what they can and then will finish Tuesday. We almost had a hold up at customs (just for your future reference, apparently 17 boxes marked food tends to red flag custom officials -- oops) but they managed to get it worked out. Otherwise it could have been weeks.
I cannot wait to take our stuff and really start making this a home. Not just any home, but our home.
