Moving Days…

When August 16th rose, we definitely knew that now everything would become VERY serious and real. That day at approx. 9.30am the moving company was suppodsed to come packing up all our stuff – and the stuff for others, we will bring back to Germany. No sweat, everything is totally legal!

So when Augustin was leaving the hotel to go to one of those not too exciting last working days, which were filled with farewell lunches, gift giving etc., I was left alone and bound to welcome “the crew”. Here they are:

 

These three musketeers are hard working, nice and friendly guys, who even kept sweeping dirt off  their shoes on the door mat after I totally gave up being concerned about dirt at all (which happened pretty fast!).

They arrived in a little truck filled with wrapping material and boxes.

Their mascot didn’t survive the trip, but Kenny always had a dying issue anyway…

It didn’t last long until the three packers got their nicknames:

Meet Lukas, aka “Pineapple”: Snapple should pay him some serious tuition!

This is Peter “Grumpy” aka “Droid”. I actually caught him in one of those rare moments, when the corners of his mouth rose above his upper lip…

 

And this smiling guy actually refused to tell me his name. I guess he thought, I was simply too dumb to pronounce it… Probably right. Knowing how annoying it can be to live with a name one constantly has to spell, I simply called him “Unknown”.

However, the boys went right to work. Everything, literally EVERYTHING, was packed and wrapped and bubblefoiled and taped like mummies. Anybody remembering Christo’s wrapping of the Reichstag in Berlin? Well, Mr. Christo, here is some decent competition!

I begged the boys to give me something to do, but they absolutely refused to do so. I was constantly in their way, so I was reduced to my basic functions: bringing food and paying tips. However, they did more than I would have managed with ten of my friends. And here are some of the results:

       

 

I signed for 304 boxes including the mattress and the garden swing,  we will see, if everything will reach Munich…

On Wednesday the guys came back with our 40feet container. It is orange, which, I reckon,  is always a good sign.

After parking and fasting the container, and after a girlie breakfast coffee (iced coffee with French vanilla and loads of sugar, boaaaaaahhhhh!!!), the three boys schlepped every single box through the front and the back door. You should have seen and sensed this testosterone-adrenaline-French vanilla driven energy!

   

I told you so, Mr. Hirsch, and I told you so, Augustin: the necklace tree and all Billy bookcases AND the couch would have fit into the container! I TOLD YOU SO!!!!!!!!!!! The new couch will be expeeeeensive!!!

Sleepy’s never tell you about the weight of their mattresses. I guess, they know why…

Container full, Container unfixed, Container gone… All in an instant. Not even time to shed a little crocodile tear.

  

So I was there with this empty house, empty garage and a whole lot of this…

and this…

and that…

I can only recommend not to be nosy enough to pull the drawer at the bottom of your oven out. This is what it looks like AFTER brooming and a first application of mop and clorox… Not our dirt, by the way!

Did you ever notice how much bigger houses seem to be when they are empty? Tough shit that nobody can live in an empty house…

         

So this was, almost, our good bye to 19 Lexington Road…

But only almost. There’s more to come, so keep reading, folks!!!

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