The house is empty now. All our things are gone. Packed away in 137 boxes. Four Korean men arrived at our house yesterday morning at 8:30a.m. and in a matter of hours, reduced our home to this:

It's exhausting work, moving a house. Even though I mostly just supervised, I still feel like I did most of the work. There was a lot of prep work and pre-packing involved.

I really hope I see all 137 boxes on the other end.

It was important that they didn't pack everything though. We just wanted to be sure that they didn't put Zara in a box and ship her away.

Apparently, she really likes stickers. She kept trying to steal David's "DON'T PACK" sticker.

So after they packed all our belongings, they brought in a ladder car to transport our stuff from the second floor down to the waiting truck.

That's how they do it in Korea. (And, I imagine, many big cities.) They could only bring small trucks up our tiny streets so they had to move the boxes from the small trucks to a big truck waiting on base, where they packed our stuff into crates. When we moved here, we only had three crates of stuff; we're leaving with 5 crates now.
By 5pm, the movers were gone.

Afterwards, we went to Jeong Gam Eorin, our favorite beef and leaf place to eat a final meal with our friends who leave in the next villa over from us. It was a delicious meal. I need to eat as much Korean food as I can in the next 6 days.
We're just waiting for the Army to come pick up the furniture they lent us (washer, dryer, an extra bed, couch, dresser, etc.) and then we can move into the hotel on base. We hired a cleaning lady who spent all day yesterday cleaning our house so there's only a few odds and ends left to take care of. I"m looking forward to staying in the hotel. It will feel like a little min-vacation before we have to brave the 12 hour plane ride home.