We officially sold our Dutch house back in mid-July but our stuff was removed from our house the first week of August but our flight to America was 07 August but our American house closing was 29 August but we moved into it a week later but all our stuff has been making its way across the pond, to an American pond, going through customs, sitting in storage, and waiting for transport scheduling.
And today it arrives.
This afternoon between five and eight local time and I kind of don’t believe it.
That it’s taken this long.
That it’s finally here.
That we’re going to have our bed and our table and our Swedish chairs and our Swedish chest and our tapestries and our china and ALL OUR STUFF.
This is one of those moments where I wish I could push the fast forward button to do the montage of me training and eating healthy and being miserable initially but by the end being stronger and leaner and not necessarily enjoying it by the end, but struggling less.
If life WERE a movie and this was my montage moment, the music would be Eye of the Tiger by Survivor.
It’s the eye of the tiger It’s the thrill of the fight Rising up to the challenge of our rival