But mostly, I love unpacking boxes after a move. It's like Christmas but with stuff you've had for years yet forgotten about. Then, just when I think the fun is over, I remember I get to organize it all. WAHOO! See? I am sick. Who likes this stuff?
There's something even more satisfying about unpacking when you only have some of your stuff. Back in May, we went to our storage unit in the States to pick out the stuff we wanted shipped to Manila. Needless to say, it was a hurried and frantic process and we left the facility having no clue what we actually put in the Manila "pile". Fast forward to July and you'd be right if you guessed that we had 100% forgotten what we had shipped out here.
As you can imagine, this temporary amnesia has both an upside and a downside. Downside? LOTS of forgotten essentials. Curtains but no rods. Iron but no board. Vacuum but no bag. You get the idea. The upside? Random shit that I love but haven't seen in years. I have NO idea how some of this stuff got here but I couldn't be happier. For instance, Earl Wyatt Armedadillo (a story for another post) made it. As did The Grumpus Under the Rug, my favorite book as a child.
Which brings me to what was SUPPOSED to be the original subject of this post. But first, since I have go so far afield, if you were packing up all of your worldly belongings but could only bring certain things to your new home, what could you absolutely not do without?? For me, it's at least one photo album/scrapbook with pictures of everyone I love, my favorite shoes/purses/scarves, and legit bath products.
Now, back to the task at hand. What was YOUR favorite book as a child? What did you always force your poor parents to read or what did you read yourself so many times that you wore the edges off and the ink was so faded, you had to "read" from memory? Mine was The Grumpus Under the Rug. I vividly remember my mom reading that to me as a kid and if she didn't do it with enough enthusiasm (which was rare, given she was an elementary school librarian. she wouldn't have been worth her salt if her own daughter was bored.), I would make her read it again. Later, of course, we read it together and then I'd read it by myself when I missed her. I've held on to that book all these years and every time we move, I am always overjoyed to rediscover it. We didn't bring many books here to the Philippines. Kindles and ipads and weight limitations precluded that. But some gems did make it and Grumpus is one. I'd love to hear your bedtime story....stories. What did mom and/or dad read to you?