I had this great idea for a blog post the other night as I was on my way to bed and then the next morning…POOF! Gone. Only the lingering feeling of what a great idea it was remained. If it was such a great idea, it will probably come back to me, however I have the feeling it was probably one of those night thoughts that seems so good at that moment but pales by the light of day.

I’ve been really making progress getting our new house to feel like home. I’m still finding things in odd places – like the corncob fork I found in my tea canister this morning (that could almost be construed as a boobytrap as sharp as they are!) I’m having some friends over on Thursday night so of course I want everything to look as nice as possible (and if I skip my bedroom on the tour, they ought to be impressed!) Yesterday I got out the really tall community ladder and washed the windows in my living room (that was just for me because they wouldn’t be able to see the dirt and smears at night) and I even made a start on hanging a few pictures. I worked so hard all morning that I could have used a nap by afternoon!

Why was I in such a frenzy? Because I hadn’t realized it until yesterday, but my children have a two day holiday this week so will be underfoot until Sunday. They are old enough to entertain themselves, but not when mom is up a tall ladder! Today I’ll have to confine myself to surfaces lower to the ground. I also have a few errands to run, including buying more nails and looking for some lamps.

If I’m really efficient, I’ll even get to wash and iron some of the fabric I’m planning to use for the commission quilt. As much as I dislike ironing, it would be more fun than cleaning the disaster zone that is my bedroom!*

*I only wish I could blame the move for the fact that my bedroom is a disaster zone. The truth is that it was pretty bad when we moved and the movers simply transferred it as is. I’ve compounded things by moving all the things I don’t want to see anywhere else there, including my husband’s mountain bike, an item I defy any decorator to work around…

Putting everything away has been a monumental task, but I’ve tried to find pleasure in the process where I can. It makes me happy to see all my quilting fabric unloaded and stacked by color in its new home – TWO big cupboards at the top of the stairs. I’ve found useful items like empty notebooks that I had tucked away and forgotten about. I’ve tossed things that never should have been moved in the first place.

I’ve also rediscovered items that I’d forgotten I had, like this vintage purse. I found this purse at a thrift store in little Minnesota town my mother lives in and paid no more than a $1 for it several summers ago.

I don’t know enough about fashion eras to know exactly what period this purse is from (50s? 60s? earlier?) but it’s in such good condition that I suspect it was someone’s special occasion purse. I’ve treated it that way myself (before I lost track of it completely, that is) But I took it out with me to a friend’s birthday party last night, and it was a lot of fun to use. It has a sturdiness of construction that most modern purses (in my price range!) lack and a true personality that makes it a stand out accessory in the way my other purses aren’t. This purse doesn’t end up hanging off the back of a chair – it displays itself on a table like a piece of art.

My purse was a hit at the party. My friends were astonished when I told them where I’d found it – and they all want to come thrift store shopping with me now!

ETA: the inner lining has the label “Etra” written above the brass zippered pocket. Some quick research has made me lust after more vintage purses…

First of all, I’m much more a purger than a pack-rat. Since I have never known what it feels like to have a house as a permanent home, I just don’t tend to keep many things past their useful life. It’s not to say I’m not sentimental, but you tend to get pretty ruthless when it comes down to having to move things from place to place – not everything makes the cut. I’m also an excellent packer. I know not to pack books in large boxes and I like to use towels, blankets, etc as packing material – it all has to get moved anyway and by using soft items for cushioning, I’m also saving on volume. Stuffed animals are excellent buffers for fragile items

I’ve only ever had the luxury of using professional movers a few times in my life – most of the rest of our moves were accomplished under our own steam. The first time was when my family moved from Wisconsin to Louisiana when I was four years old – mostly what I remember about that move is that the moving men had an eighteen wheeler truck and they let me sit up in the cab and play. Also, one of them made my sister a tiny horse saddle for one of the many model horses she had in her collection.

The second time I hired professional movers was when my husband and I moved from Cleveland, Ohio to North Carolina. Normally we’d have hired a U-Haul truck and done it ourselves but once I’d seen the warning on the sun visor in the truck about overheating brakes and possible brake failure on downhill slopes I didn’t much like the idea of driving the truck down through the mountains of West Virginia! That was a terrible move – we ended up camping in an empty rental house because the movers ended up being 10 days late. I called the company nearly every day to complain. When the truck finally did arrive, the movers refused to open the truck and unload our possessions until we had paid them! Several items were damaged as well. I ended up fighting the company and getting several hundred dollars back for delays and damage but I tell everyone I know not to use that particular company (though no one I tell has even heard of them so that probably says something right there!)

Our move to Cairo from the United Arab Emirates was a huge job. We’d been in the UAE long enough to have had two children and accumulate the possessions of a family of four. And it wasn’t as easy as just packing up – every box had to be inventoried in detail so that the university could write the customs authorities in Egypt a letter of guarantee so we would not have to pay duty on our things. In short, everything we bring in, we take out. Being a librarian by education I went a little overboard on the itemizing – I kick myself when I see “Mr. Potato Head” on the list when I could have just written “toys”!

The only bad part of our Cairo move was the aftermath: I ended up rupturing a disk while unpacking all of our many boxes. Six months in bed sounds like a lot of fun until you can’t do otherwise. Ouch.

My back has since recovered and at last check my other disks were in reasonable shape, but I wasn’t anxious to injure myself again. The university would have moved our boxes for free if I packed them, but not our personal furniture. So when the moving company I called about the furniture offered to pack everything, move it, and unpack for what was a mere pittance in the grand scheme, I decided it was worth it. Honestly, the move last week went so much better than I expected. I’ve never let anyone else pack all of my things before and they did a great job all the way around. They moved my stuff, they took a couple of large potted plants to the apartments of friends of mine, they retrieved the TV satellite off the roof, and they installed my washing machine. The whole time they were at it, I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop – they were going to tell me that the move was a bigger job than they expected and I owed them more, for instance. In fact, they finished up and left and never even asked me to pay! It wasn’t until the next day that the owner of the company called me and arranged to come over and collect the fee – which was exactly what he had quoted me.

It was totally worth the money and the twenty five tea bags and kilo of sugar the five guy crew consumed in their tea breaks over two days!!

I’m busy nesting now and making the new place our own – and really hoping I don’t have to face packing up and moving for at least a couple of years!

I just hope that in the end, my pottery projects come out as I envision.

On another topic, housing is provided with my husband’s job and a while back we requested to be moved to a larger apartment. I’ve loved the one we are currently in for the nearly four years we lived here, however we’ve outgrown the space and the children really need their own rooms. The housing department called us on Thursday to say they had a place for us and could we move on Tuesday? My initial reaction was um…no! I’ve gotten pretty good at moving, but I’m not THAT good! The movers I called yesterday for a quote on moving our large furniture items gave me such a good quote on moving everything that I decided in the interest of my stress levels and the remaining disks in my back to let them! They also suggested they could move us on Tuesday and since they are also responsible for the packing, Tuesday it is! Fortunately, our new place is only a few blocks away so things don’t have to be packed quite as carefully as they would if we were moving countries, but it’s still a big job.

Bigger still will be the job of cleaning / sorting / unpacking on the other end!

I also wanted to report that I did try a new recipe over the weekend (February – check!) I made shrimp chowder, using a fish chowder recipe from my Jane Brody cookbook. The only things I changed were I substituted shrimp for fish, I omitted the white wine, and I added a can of corn. It was amusing how much the frozen “cooking shrimp” I bought shrunk in the process though – in the end they were so small they could have been sea monkeys! The chowder was a hit – very tasty – and I’ll definitely be making it again.

I suspect the rest of this week we’ll be eating sandwiches and pizza however!

I really really hate saying goodbye to people. Fortunately, I didn’t have to do that this morning. But their impending departure made me start thinking about the nature of friendship.

I have one friend from when I was 12 years old, and one more from when I was 14. I have friends who I rarely hear from, but when we are together again we pick up right where we left off and it’s as if we were never apart. I have friends with whom I touch base often but haven’t seen in more than a decade. I even have a few dear online friends I’ve never met in person!

Making friends as an adult isn’t always an easy process. Life becomes busy – you don’t always have the luxury of making friends with those who share your interests so much as those with whom you share an office. Since I have had children, I’ve made friends with the mothers of children my own children are friends with. If I’m lucky, they are people that I will remain friends with even if the kids fall out!

Living abroad puts a new wrinkle on making friends. Often you bond quickly with people because you are both out of your own familiar environment. And I think there is also an unconscious idea that if you like someone you better just get down to business because one or the other of you will leave soon! I’ve made some wonderful friends with people who I might never have met otherwise – some of whom are from my home state! While I love making friends of people from far flung places, it does also increase the chances that once we both leave wherever we are when we meet, that’ll be goodbye forever.

I suppose what it all boils down to is that friendship is precious. I would love to think that I will always have all the friends I hold dear in my life forever, but I know that life is not that way. So instead, I will do my best to appreciate and nurture the ones that I do have and hope that one day our paths will cross again.