You know you drink a lot when you didn’t even think of keeping a corkscrew when you moved your kitchen utensils from one apartment to the other so you have to have an emergency stop at the condominium convenient store.
Last week a friend of mine was in the middle of her own move and posted tons of pictures of all the treasures she was finding and of her two containers.
Mind you she’s been in Singapore 17 years so when you move your whole, almost two decades, life, filling up two 40ft container is understandable!
Our tiny little 20ft, about 2/3 full, container looks quite adorable in comparison. I still feel like we packed & moved too much stuff again. Well I guess we’ll just add this lot to the lots from Argentina (2001), Scotland (2005), China (2009), Norway (2013) and China again (2016). We are going to be so busy when retirement rolls in going through all those long lost “treasures” buried in boxes 😂
Ok I did build furniture that I couldn’t part with so it added up a bit 😉
A month later than our usual end of June/early July every 3-to-4-year international move but our home for the past 4 years in Singapore is being emptied and packed in a container. It will set sail to France & be stored in our summer house where we can deal with it next summer.
The photos in the collage are from BEFORE the movers arrived…. hubby was NOT going to pack anything this time around, he would let them pack everything 🤷♀️. The movers have been loving us for the past 22 years 😂
When the coffee machine is in one apartment but you still spend a lot of time at the previous apartment (sorting, packing, cleaning, etc…) you can call in and wifey will deliver an Espresso to you ☕️
Your mission if you accept it: Delivery from Building 11 to Building 15. Lift from 25th floor down to basement 3, walk to Basement 2 through the parking garage then Basement 2 to 28th floor on the lift. We moved between the only 2 building that don’t have a common basement 🙄
Nowadays your mobile number is the “open sesame” for almost everything in your daily life: as mundane as ordering online or membership (here they often use your number as your “username”) or more troublesome like banking or visa/government (for me). So keeping my number was a top priority.
As a former dependent pass holder, my phone number couldn’t be under my name but had to be under my husband’s because he’s the holder of the employment pass. 🙄. #NoItsNotThe50sAnymoreButItFeelsLikeItInTheExpatWorld
Since hubby’s leaving Singapore (hence losing his EP) we had to change ownership of this number to me (now that I have my own visa!) and the only way to do it was to transfer it to a new telco company (the only one who would accept a transfer from another owner). What was supposed to be an easy two-step process (transferring ownership to me than transferring that number to my new Sim Card) ended up in a 2-week battle where I might or might not have cried on the phone to the customer service agent. I think they put my name on top of the list of priority to deal with because I was on chat (no number to call of course) almost every day for hours with an “Happiness expert” #MissionAccomplished.
I feel like I’m back in Beijing when I seemed to often overestimate the number of things I could bring back on my Vespa and got amused looks from the Chinese people when they realized I wasn’t one of their own but a LaoWai. This one was a small version, I remember buying a large frame having it in front of me between my legs and up my nose. Good time, good time ❤️
This time I wasn’t on a Vespa but this long cardboard box weighted a ton and it was a b!tch to load in my car on my own.