It's still not registering. Am I really leaving the USA possibly never to live here again? Wow!
Last night we stayed in Ventura only two blocks away from the Pacific. Last night and this morning, I took a nice long walk along the beach. The ocean was so beautiful. I can't describe its color: sort of sea-green, blue grey, icy pale teal.
The plane only allows three check-ins per person and we need to transport clothes, bedding, towels, kitchen stuff, office supplies, computer, toiletries, books, to name a few items. What we bring will have to last us for a few months before we can ship the rest of our stuff once we find a permanent place to live.
We have a small car, and it couldn't contain six boxes. We had to fold the boxes and cram in all of our unpacked stuff. The trunk was so full we could barely shut it and the back seat of the car was piled high. Poor car, it was loaded down so heavy the chassis sunk nearly six inches.
At the hotel, we had to pull out the boxes, form and tape the bottoms and fill them up with our stuff so the porters could load them on the cart and take them upstairs to our room. Once in our room, we pulled everything out of the boxes so we could organize and figure out how to pack more compactly. We already left a lot behind before leaving Shasta Lake, and we had to leave even more behind in the hotel room. That took hours and hours as in all afternoon and into the evening.
I had to call my baby and say goodbye. Boo-hoo! It's too late now to change my mind.
So that was our last day in the US-of-A. We're ready for next hurdle: TSA and Israeli behavior profiling. A big day tomorrow. OY! Did I happen to mention I'm afraid of flying?
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