It’s getting real. The movers have been here since 8:30 this morning, loading our goods for storage. Tomorrow, a second set of movers arrive and they will pack our remaining goods and load them for the long trip to Singapore. The next time we see them will be in February, at best. I’m not hopeful considering the state of the world.
We’ve offered up some of our furniture to stay on the property and we also sold both of our cars which means I get new furniture and a new car when we return. Who knew it would take a move across the world to get Marcus to accept the inevitable? I say that but we all know Marcus doesn’t buy “new” so I’ll keep my fingers crossed for “used-like new condition.”
You know what. Who gives a shit? Scratch everything, because nothing even matters anymore. I just found out that my carefully curated wine selection cannot be shipped to Singapore. 24 bottles of beautiful red and white wines and even Mariah Carey’s new Irish Cream…taken from me in a flash. I don’t know if I will ever get over this betrayal. I think this hurts worse than rehoming the pets…
The Traveling Tepaskes 
Noooooo!! not the wine!!!
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