Packing is not fun The process moving from a city where you have no car is a long and hilarious one. For weeks now I have been taking one tiny box at a time to the post office. The post office is three or four blocks away. It is not hard to get to, empty-handed.
My method has been to put Finn in his stroller and then take a box that fits underneath the stroller in the basket. This means a box slightly bigger than a shoe box The other day I went to the post office and spoke to a lady about the boxes they had and shipping costs. I explained that I would have to be able to carry it under my arm or under the stroller.
I thought I got things squared away. I left with three flat folded boxes. I came home and put the most random tiny things in these boxes. I was proud of how full, yet lightweight they were. I put two in the basket of the stroller and one on top of Finn's head. Well, it was on top of the visor that pulls down. As far as Finn was concerned it was on his head.
About half way there things started going downhill. When I pushed the stroller down a slight hill, the boxes started falling in the street. I managed to cram them back in the stroller minus the one that Finn would no longer tolerate on his head. I then carried that one while pushing the stroller.
Once in the lady informed me that each of these boxes would cost 16 dollars to ship because I had used second day shipping boxes. So 16 dollars a tiny box X 250 tiny boxes=a ludicrous expense to ship things home. She found me a slightly bigger (slower shipping method) box and I stood there transporting my underoos from tiny box to less tiny box.
Only a few more tiny boxes to go.......
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