Before leaving Virginia, we packed up 24 boxes of things we figured we could “get by on” while living in Grand Turk. We also included items we knew would be impossible or very expensive to find. Things like medicine, spices, hair color (ok…for those of you who didn’t know I colored my hair, just look at my father and you’ll know what my natural hair color is trending toward…thanks, genetics!), clothing, books, toys, air conditioners, etc. Our boxes arrived on the island the day after we did, but due to various red tape here, we couldn’t get our things out of customs duty-free (you have to pay duty on anything coming to the island, but get a one-time waiver of this duty if you have a designated work-permit). We sent letter after letter to Allen’s management pushing their assistance on getting our personal goods released. After all, how could we survive without our stuff?
So, weeks one, two, three, and most of week four we survived without our “necessities.” Then, within ten minutes of opening the first toy box, the kids were fighting and Addie was in tears screaming. Allen and I looked at each other both agreeing life was better with fewer “necessities.” I now have a lot more to pick up off the floor, more to launder, more to keep track of, and more to grumble over as I look for more storage space around the house thinking, “where am I going to put this thing-a-ma-jig?”
That said, we were truly happy to get some of our things. Spices! A pinch of Kosher salt just makes a difference in so many dishes, and Montreal Steak Seasoning is delicious on potatoes. And, having gotten my mixer, vanilla and chocolate chips, I now can bake cookies. While I love baking, I think the pregnancy has something to do with my overwhelming excitement at seeing the cookie fixin’s.
Now, do I think Allen will remember the happiness that came with less stuff once we sell our house in Virginia and have to sort through all we want to keep/donate/sell? Has that leopard changed his spots yet? I can hope.
Then again, I suppose he’ll just point to my Imelda shoe collection and say, “and how many shoe trees do you need in our simpler world?”