Our HHE came today! For those of you who do not know what that is, it is House Hold Effects. Basically when you move, it is everything that could not go into the 400 lbs of 'air' shipment that you are allowed. It was like CHRISTMAS for Lady Hiva and I. To put things into perspective, here is the process: You decide you are moving, the movers come and pack up your stuff, they put it on the train/boat/plane to your next destination and theoretically two to three months later you are once again united with your stuff in a different country! Sounds great, right?
Well, when Hiva and I moved to Washington, DC from Hawaii we could not "drive" our stuff to DC. I thought it was pretty obvious we cannot drive considering it was 3000 miles of land and AN OCEAN away, but the person that told me we should drive could not quite see the problem. Maybe I have a myopic view of life! HAHA. So July 2010 we packed up our house and got on a plane with only what fit into our 4 suitcases. for the last 12 months we have been living in temporary housing, using temporary furniture and kitchen supplies. I cannot even tell you how many times we would use the phrases, "I cannot wait until we have our______ again." or "...where is _____? Oh, it is in a box somewhere..."
Well Monday we got it all back! It had made the journey safely across the Pacific ocean--again. Too bad we do not get mileage points for our furniture too, we would have SO many tickets by now! I came home from work early to help Hiva and I walked into a collage of stacked boxes and mountains of paper stuffing. Daunting.
We unpacked, 'just like everyone else unpacks, one box at a time.' HAHA. It is amazing how you forget what you have after a year of not having it. Lady and I would exclaim in excitement when we had opened a "treasure box" and found the long lost cookie sheet or favorite utensil. I found it interesting to see what things Hiva was most happy about getting contrasting to what I was glad to once again have. She was thankful to have all of our own dishes, pans, and cookware. I was excited to have all our books and photos again.
I think the hardest box for me was the box with Vaitafe's stuff in it. I opened the box and lifted up the blanket on the top that was given to us by Shauna and Joseph when Vaitafe was born. Sadly, we did not get that package until the day after he died and I remember the tears that came that day. Tears of sadness mixed with tears of thankfulness for people who understand and love us. A wave of emotion swept over me as I once again open a box to find that blanket and I had to put the blanket down and come back later when I was more composed. It was hard to open the dresser drawers that hold the new baby clothes Leni bought for us. They are still folded and ready for a baby to wear, yet still unused. Or the "My FIRST" memory book and foot print frame that Madre and Kell bought that are still unopened with no footprints inside.
Opening all of the boxes was a wonderful experience. Our house is beginning to feel more like our own home. In a few days we will hopefully have all of the photos up on the walls and all of you will be able to see them. Hiva has already decided to paint the dining room blue--you can see a glimpse in the background--we will put more photos up when it is all finished so you all can see.
It is great to feel more settled in.