.... when my belongings arrived!!!! It took less than a month from NZ to Los Angeles, but exactly six weeks from arriving in LA on 23rd September until today. The ensuing period has brought much anger, tears and disappointing disbelief from one expat kiwi. According to the various third party removal, trucking and freight forwarding companies I have spoken to, this is some kind of a record for moving things across the US so I was relieved to find it was not just me who was horrified at the time it has taken to get things across this country (when really, it is only a 4.5 hour flight). From the start when there was difficult getting my 22 items released from customs and I needed to send multiple copies of my passport, visa, marriage certificate, Jamie's passport, copies of the pages with stamps from when he visited NZ, his social security No (I didnt have one at that time but thankfully that piece of bureaucracy was the easiest yet) etc along with an 8 page Power of Attourney document giving authority over to some customs agent whom I had spoken to on the phone once; to the last few days when they were going to dump my life on the side of the street. All very traumatic for moi..... Most of the issues seem to have been related to the fact that although we paid a lot extra money for door-to-door delivery Auckland-Detroit (we didn't want to have to go to some downtown Detroit warehouse with a trailer), it seems like this is unusual and "kerbside" is the norm. So when they announced (for about the 7th time) on Tuesday my things were DEFINITELY coming today, I was delirious with excitement and ran to the window every time I heard a truck outside (and as there are roadworks up the street AND it was rubbish, recycling and leaf collection day, there were a lot of them). When no truck had come by 4pm, I resorted to phoning one of the many companies involved again, to be told that there was a problem with fitting the truck up the street (I still have not worked that one out as the trucks I saw going past that day were rather massive) I was devastated. Then, many phone calls between me, LA, the Detoit trucking comapny depot, the contractor who was contracted by the depot to deliver, the NZ shipping company and the NZ people I originally arranged things with, later; it seems like one of the issues (as with the customs issue) as this door-to-door business. It seems like only me and the original NZ people are in agreement and everyone else thinks it is "kerbside". Well, as I kept saying to these people "aside from the fact that we have paid for inside delivery, it is absolutely pouring with rain, it is 'trash day' and I am only 5 foot 2 and some of the furniture is 6 foot tall, you CANNOT leave it on the side of the road". With all the time differences, I was told it would be sorted out "tomorrow as long as someone pays for it and if there are truckers in Detroit that deliver inside". So on Wednesday I phoned 3 random removal companies in the yellow pages and indeed, all had availability and what's more, they all did inside delivery. Hmmmmmmmm methinks someone doesnt want to pay for it..... So I yet again phoned the LA people and gave them the details as well as the phone numbers from the yellow pages. More phone calls to and fro again and by the end of the day still no boxes.... I really lost it when the LA people phoned at 7pm and said 'we have someone who can deliver tomorrow but you will have to pay the $250 charge on your credit card and when the NZ people reimburse us we will pay you back. After the shocking service they have given me and the lies they have told????? I don't think so!! In my most polite voice I said "Donna, no offense to you personally, but with all the issues I have had with your company, the lies I have been told and the phenomenal delays, I really don't trust your company to pay me back, there most be some other way". I then suggested that she (who has been most incompetent throughout this whole fiasco) might like to put it on her personal credit card because then her boss could make sure it came in her next pay. She hung up on me. (nothing new, her and her colleagues have done this to me on at least four occasions). Finally, finally this morning dawned and the nice man I had found in the yellow pages phoned to say that he would be there in 40 minutes!! I could hardly contain myself, I was so excited and could scarcely think what to do in the meantime. And then... there they were... all my little (and not so little) boxes and suitcases and the wonderful rimu wall unit, chest, desk etc. Miraculously the glass in the doors of the wall unit was intact, as was the glass in all the picture frames. [There is something not at all good going on with the desk - parts were sticking through the packaging like broken bones and part of it fell out when I started to open it so I have left it be for now and will get to that later when I am feeling less fragile myself!] So I worked crazily like a mad-woman for the next 8hours, unpacking and moving furniture and rearranging and taking things down to the now clean and dray basement so that it all looked ship-shape when the husband got home. Thankfully he was late, so I had an extra 3 hours longer than I thought that I would and it was all looking rather homely if I dont say so myself! And indeed, he was rather flabbergasted at the change! He even commented along the lines that it really does look and feel like a home now. Poor Jamie has been just incredible thoughout this process and has known exactly what to say and do when his wife keeps getting emotional over the delays of the last six weeks. Even when he walked in the door when I had just hung up the phone from the horrid LA people, I would feel instantly calmer and as it everything was going to be alright. It's quite strange - not that anything in the boxes etc was life/death to me, nor would it have been the end of the world if it had fallen off the boat into the sea, it's just strange to not have 'my stuff' with me. And not that there was much of it either! A total of 4.5 cubic metres!! I guess in a way it represents one's life and that is significant, or maybe it was the not knowing where it all was - possibly it might have been different if it had sunk to the bottom of the ocean. I really feel for refugees who flee their countries with nothing but the clothes they are wearing that kind of situation makes mine pale into insignificance. Huge sighs of relief here in the Berkley estate..... now we can focus on takling the issue of the green card that came in the name 'Smith' and not 'Finch'.... more on that at a later date....