It was a dark and stormy night when our crates arrived. With the rain pouring down we strained our ears to listen out for the big truck that would soon pull up in front of our compound. Without Grace, Jenny, and Jonathan (they were gone to the MAF family conference) it was up to just Brian, Christy, Sarah, and Daniel to unpack. Franticly Sarah rushed to recruit our follow compounders (Aunt Judith, Uncle Caine, Billy, and Deo) to help us.
While the rain continued to come down, the group rushed out onto the sidewalk and started unloading all six of our crates into our garage. Not wanting to draw to much attention, we open the crates on the side facing our compound fence and hurriedly grabbed boxes and items out. It is unsafe for it to be public knowledge that someone has a lot of stuff, due to the high likely hood of robbery, so we crossed our fingers and kept our eyes peeled for anyone suspicious looking out on the streets that night.
Mom made coffee for the truck drivers and gave cookies to all that helped unload. The day after we collapsed the wooden crates and stacked them up in the attic on top of our garage. They will come out again in another 3 and half years, but that is still a long way off. And to be perfectly honest, none of us wants to think of that right now.
Now the job of unpacking is ahead of us. When we opened our boxes the first thing I noticed was how all of our things smelled like America. Living without our belongings for three months really showed me how unimportant they are and what I can live without. But yes, we all glad that they are here and decorating the house is now in full swing.