We had a lovely long weekend, with Friday being a half-day, then Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday off. The Japanese don't celebrate Labor Day, so the moving crew was scheduled to arrive on Tuesday to pack up all my stuff and ship it to New York.

Their arrival window is "0730 to 1730, which is rather a long time. So I was up and ready for them nice and early, then had to wait in my room. And wait. And wait. I live in the barracks furthest from the gate, so they got to me last, at about 1520.

The movers were four Japanese surfer dudes. Their company's primary business is TMOing American military types like me, so there was no confusion. They swept into the room, asked me to point out what was going, and then proceded to wrap everything in newsprint and throw it into boxes at warp speed. It was less than a half hour between them knocking on my door, and the truck pulling out of the parking lot. All my stuff went into cardboard boxes, which went into two big wooden pallet-sized crates.

My maximum weight was 2500 lbs, and I originally estimated I'd only need 500 of those. I kind of forgot how many books I had stashed away. So it probably ended up as 1000 lbs or so.

Also I'd been briefed that foodstuffs were not permitted. I keep most of my food in a plastic footlocker, and I'd intended to just leave it behind. But I failed to tell them that, so it got swept up with everything else, and labelled "kitched supplies" on the manifest. I hope that the Japanese and US Customs let that stuff through.

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