Adventure Girls and Ferd

7-8 weeks. That is the estimated transit time for out household items once they are shipped. Cue panic attack. I was expecting perhaps a month but with Covid, Suez Canal issues, and general fuckery we are looking at 7-8 weeks.  7-8 weeks is a long time to live in a place with no chairs, beds, mattresses, clothes, glasses, utensils, mini-cupcake pans! We were planning on purchasing some items, like a couch, a bed for the guest room, but not general day-to-day items. It seems wasteful to purchase duplicate items because your colander, sports bras, and board games are stuck in a cardboard box, inside a wooden crate, in a metal container, on a cargo ship, somewhere on the Atlantic Ocean.  Help. Feeling overwhelmed. 

T. left on Wednesday in a swirl of last minute panic from Covid tests, $400 in extra luggage fees, and near-missed connections. He is now quaranting in his 2-bedroom apartment with balcony in Stuttgart Mitte. There is a beautiful church across the street and the church bells are driving him crazy. Our previous quandary over which neighborhood to live has quickly turned into wherever is farthest from the church bells!  B. and I are adjusting. In some ways this feels like another deployment or active duty stint. On the other hand I am trying to declutter an overstuffed 1400 sq ft house, with full basement and garage. On my own. While working as a nurse. During a pandemic. While homeschooling my child. Here's how I copied with his departure:  The world's best $7.50 vegan milkshake from Strong Hearts Cafe in Syracuse. Emotional eating at its best.