At 7:30 am sharp last Monday, the four Japanese movers were ringing our bell and swinging into action. They brought in piles of folded boxes, rolls and rolls of tape, large reams of bubble wrap and paper, paper, paper. As soon as they had their materials at the ready, the went to work carefully, but swiftly as they boxed up our things. It really is a sight to see. The Japanese truly have the best work ethic and as I watched these guys work, I realized that we most likely won't get this kind of moving service anywhere else in the world. Each item was carefully wrapped, sealed, and labeled. None of the workers ever showed signs of exhaustion.
I loved the back of their shirts. They read: The best move, Your trust is our pride.
There goes the kitchen table! The futon is long gone. It was disassembled and wrapped up piece by piece.
Noa poses with some of our goods headed to the truck downstairs.
The moving truck has wooden crates which hold all our belongings. It looks like a massive Tetris game as the movers work to pack and fit everything in perfectly. When the crates are full, they are sealed shut with glue, nails. and a security seal. After they are properly sealed, the crates are put on a large boat headed to the US. They are not reopened until they are delivered to our new home in Washington state. Here are the crates right before they were sealed shut.
After the movers left we faced a very empty apartment. But before we could say a final good-bye we had to take a few things out that the movers wouldn't/couldn't pack, such as light bulbs (seen in picture), oils, candles, and cleaners. We lightly cleaned and filled in wall holes, but didn't have to scrub the place down since we hired cleaners to do so. Our final inspection was on Wednesday and we said good-bye to Ocean Palace IV for good.
We enjoyed four amazing years there. The ocean view will be missed. The blue "marble" fans, however, will not.
