Vivo entre cajas y maletas. In between addresses and the limbo closes in week by week, day by day.
The countdown clock is at two weeks. Two weeks and 10 hours till a one way flight to Los Angeles, CA. There is no turning back now. At least not without a great loss. The tickets are non-refundable. But I’m making this sound all too sad, moving my kids and I cross-country, away from the city where we were all born and raised to a city where we have no biological family ties but we have many people who love us.
Pero las cajas. The packing. I gave up many of my things when I had to leave my Corona apartment so we’re down to books, clothes, and toys now. But we certainly have a lot. Especially books. So far I have already sent three huge boxes via United States Postal Service and there is at least another box or two to go. I chose USPS media mail for my books because it was the cheapest way. A huge ass box weighing almost 40 pounds cost me about 20 bucks. Not bad. The problem with media mail is that if you send a big ass box it will likely get open to be inspected. The Postal Service wants to make sure you are really sending media. Now I will admit that I am not the best packer/shipper in the world and that a box of books traveling thousands of miles is gonna take somewhat of a beating but the condition my books have been arriving in are ridiculous and clearly some books have been lost along the way.
The last box of books I sent arrive with less than half the books I sent. These were sacred texts. They didn’t look like much. Mismatched spiral and composition notebooks mostly. Inside the cover of each an index of what’s inside :life events , important people, places. Timelines and histories of my life. I have been journaling en serio since I was in high school the early 1990′s and I’m not even going to know fir sure what is missing till I arrive in LA but upon seeing how much was lost I cried. My well meaning but not always emotionally tuned pareja suggested I watch some You Tube videos on how to properly pack books for shipping. I told him I appreciated the advice but didn’t want to hear it. I wanted to mourn.
Yesterday I called the USPS to file a claim. Not only were so many things missing but some of the things in the box weren’t mine. Two hard drives and a bottle of generic acetaminophen I’m not hopeful but I’m less sad and there is still so much packing left to do.