The packing continues. The Boy’s sheets and most of our winter clothes are in a box and in a couple of hours I’ll trek down to the post office to ship it all to Tokyo. We’re not really taking much, but that still ends up being a ton of stuff. So much that I’m surprised, actually. Clothes take up a remarkable amount of space, it turns out. I’ve been going through all the stuff I don’t wear, or don’t love, and the pile for the charity shop is getting to be fairly substantial. That doesn’t even count the kid clothes I’m pulling because The Boy is growing like kids do.
It’s a good thing he’s got a fancy whole-apartment-in-one bed from Ikea, or we’d never have anywhere to put The Boy’s things. In addition to the clothes and the bedding, he’s got an army of stuffed animals that he will die without. And books (in English and Japanese) that he requires for his continued good health. And Legos. I have tried to explain that we won’t have all the space there that we have here in his grandparents’ house, but it’s like shouting at a rock.
And, of course, all his school things are there already as well. We’re sort-of homeschooling until his Japanese reading and writing catches up a bit to his peers, and the online school we’re going through has sent two boxes of supplies, from books to an inflatable globe to art supplies. His desk and shelves and dresser will be full to overflowing with his things and it’s going to be an adventure keeping everything tidy.
Meanwhile, I get two shelves in closet and no room for all my books. I’m heartbroken, my bed doesn’t even have fancy drawers under it! Kids get the best stuff. What would you take if you had to live essentailly out of a suitcase?