You Know It's Real Hard Trying To Be A Packrat
After three months of patience, we finally got our freight from San Francisco. The past ninety days, we've been forced to live off of three cases worth of clothing.It's funny how I expected to have way more stuff than what actually arrived though: it seems like a quarter of our 500-lb. expat allocation went to packing tape and packing peanuts.

I agonized over the idea of a weight limit: I knew that not all my books would make the cut. The History of the Western World is my favorite textbook, but its weight could be replaced by 10 smaller books. My Econ book, on the other hand, was a no-brainer. It was even the first one to pop out of the package (see below)! I played King Solomon to my book babies for more than two weeks: the whole experience was my Sophie's Choice moment.

While I went on with my deliberate and plaintive packing last March, M took on a more 'leisurely' approach. I didn't pay attention to what he decided to pack, but since I was home first when the goodies arrived, it was my turn to play the role of the excited kid on Christmas morning.
Oh boy...Here's a photo journal of some of the treasured goodies he shipped thousands of miles to Beijing...
A Cliffs Notes Guide to Gulliver's Travels...
Somewhere in Nova Scotia, M's high school English teacher sheds a tear.

5 Blank Christmas Cards.
You might be the special recipient of a Shoebox card this December...

Mac OS 8.5, which I think was from way back in the early 90s. I think he's saving it like a baseball trading card, especially since the box is still sealed (MINT CONDITION!).

There was a large box full of just wires:

Seriously, I think M is planning to build a side business selling USB cables in Beijing. I counted at least 6 adapters in the box.
There are no regrets over the packing ordeal; in fact, I sorta enjoyed my 3 months without the extra stuff. There's something to be said about rekindling old passions though:

Welcome home, Pootie Tang and Little Britain. You're going to love ChingChongLand, my damies. *end*

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