There is something very satisfying about a well packed box, when everything fits well and contents are solid; I feel I have accomplished something. The spatial, problem solving part of my brain is in high gear with keen sense for detail to balance function, lightness, desire, and necessity. Will we need this item? Will we want this item? Is it more costly to replace? We have honed it all down but I think we will wonder why we brought so much! The packing list denotes box #, box type/size, detailed contents, and estimated value. Organization is essential.
We are all about the systems. First piles: keep / discard / sell. Labels are placed on the same side of every box. Every box is numbered, (e.g. 3/89) with another label identifying my name, company booking #, mobile # etc. Our shipper was brilliant and suggested sandwiching pictures in mirror boxes between sheets of plywood for extra stability. Incidentally, all wood entering NZ must be treated for bio-security reasons. I estimate up to 10 hands will be in contact with each box before it arrives in our new house: via truck, rail, ship, & truck again in NZ. The sound of packing tape screeching across large boxes is ever present.
Watching the men we hired to crate the antiques was so interesting and fun! I wished I could have stood and really studied them but was too busy packing myself. They measured the items last week then came out with the supplies and built the crates in the driveway. I have never seen such humongous rolls of bubble wrap and packing paper in my life! Clearly, they are experts and highly skilled, it was a joy to watch them move so quickly yet carefully; their craftsmanship was superb! Like many experts secure in their work, they were chatting, never stopping, and were demonstration of a well functioning team. Better yet was the price, excellent, and lower than other companies we checked out. Watching them create these sturdy boxes to cradle our old fragile Chinese furniture reminded me of my English grandmother. When she fled South Africa in the early 1960s she brought only one piece of furniture: her grand piano. That crate was our childhood playhouse for years!
The truck leaves tomorrow. We will see these goods in Auckland mid June.