Can't sleep. The lost photos are driving me crazy.
I think of all the crap that made it here somehow and which we probably should have thrown away before we even moved, compared with the few things that got lost, and I'm disgusted.
Why didn't we bring the photos along with us in the car? I don't know, and yet I sort of do:
A. We weren't very organized the day the packers came, and they moved through the apartment very quickly. A living room, kitchen, dining room, bedroom, home office, three large closets and the contents of assorted shelves and storage areas were packed, very safely and efficiently, in less than two hours.
B. We had limited room in the car, and we knew we would already be taking all our important papers (due to risk of identity theft and/or for documentation purposes in case of tax audits, etc.), my jewelry (of which I have very little, believe it or not--just two small boxes), things that the movers wouldn't take like my perfume collection and acrylic paints, five days worth of clothes, the cats in their crates and the stuff we needed for them, plus the awful airbed and some bedding. There was no room to spare.
C. Frankly, it just didn't occur to us that anything would get lost. We expected some breakage, perhaps, so we opted for Full Value Protection of our goods, minus a small deductible, but we thought all of our boxes would make it there.
And of course, photos have really no dollar value, only their priceless sentimental value.
The photos were in two photo boxes which we stored in the closet that also contained the items in the lost boxes. We believe the photos are also in those lost boxes.
One framed photo of Mr. 42's dad was somehow in with our craft supplies, and we are thankful to have it.
I am sad to lose things like my photos from childhood, our wedding photos, pictures of pets we used to have, etc., but some of those things I can possibly get copies of from other family members. And those family members are still alive.
I am beyond sad about Mr. 42's photos. Both of his parents are deceased and the photos are all he had left of them. When we brought the photos back from Mother-in-Law's house after she passed, he went to great lengths to get them all sorted and organized and neatly boxed, etc. It meant a lot to him (and to me) to have those photos, and for reasons I won't go into here, we are not able to get any photos from his other family members, if they even have any.
We had very few photos of Mother-in-Law to begin with. Her family's house caught on fire when she was 14 years old. She was very badly burned and her young boyfriend was actually killed in the fire trying to get her and her little brother out of the house. Most of her family's possessions were destroyed in the fire, including family photos. When we sorted through the pictures, we found no childhood pictures and just two photos of her from her youth, both taken in her mid-to-late teen years.
There were photos of her from Mr. 42's childhood, but not many. She disliked having her photo taken, and there were very few photos of her taken after she was in her 40s. We have had a digital camera for more than 10 years, but somehow we have no digital photos of her, so at this point, we have NO photos of her. Not a single one.
Well, what's done is done. Unless they can find the missing boxes (and I really don't care about the missing clothes and shoes at this point), we have to accept that the photos are gone. I am creating this blog entry as a last ditch missive to the universe, with hopes that some kind soul will find the missing boxes, or at least the photos, and return them to us. Universe, do you hear me?
I think of all the crap that made it here somehow and which we probably should have thrown away before we even moved, compared with the few things that got lost, and I'm disgusted.
Why didn't we bring the photos along with us in the car? I don't know, and yet I sort of do:
A. We weren't very organized the day the packers came, and they moved through the apartment very quickly. A living room, kitchen, dining room, bedroom, home office, three large closets and the contents of assorted shelves and storage areas were packed, very safely and efficiently, in less than two hours.
B. We had limited room in the car, and we knew we would already be taking all our important papers (due to risk of identity theft and/or for documentation purposes in case of tax audits, etc.), my jewelry (of which I have very little, believe it or not--just two small boxes), things that the movers wouldn't take like my perfume collection and acrylic paints, five days worth of clothes, the cats in their crates and the stuff we needed for them, plus the awful airbed and some bedding. There was no room to spare.
C. Frankly, it just didn't occur to us that anything would get lost. We expected some breakage, perhaps, so we opted for Full Value Protection of our goods, minus a small deductible, but we thought all of our boxes would make it there.
And of course, photos have really no dollar value, only their priceless sentimental value.
The photos were in two photo boxes which we stored in the closet that also contained the items in the lost boxes. We believe the photos are also in those lost boxes.
One framed photo of Mr. 42's dad was somehow in with our craft supplies, and we are thankful to have it.
I am sad to lose things like my photos from childhood, our wedding photos, pictures of pets we used to have, etc., but some of those things I can possibly get copies of from other family members. And those family members are still alive.
I am beyond sad about Mr. 42's photos. Both of his parents are deceased and the photos are all he had left of them. When we brought the photos back from Mother-in-Law's house after she passed, he went to great lengths to get them all sorted and organized and neatly boxed, etc. It meant a lot to him (and to me) to have those photos, and for reasons I won't go into here, we are not able to get any photos from his other family members, if they even have any.
We had very few photos of Mother-in-Law to begin with. Her family's house caught on fire when she was 14 years old. She was very badly burned and her young boyfriend was actually killed in the fire trying to get her and her little brother out of the house. Most of her family's possessions were destroyed in the fire, including family photos. When we sorted through the pictures, we found no childhood pictures and just two photos of her from her youth, both taken in her mid-to-late teen years.
There were photos of her from Mr. 42's childhood, but not many. She disliked having her photo taken, and there were very few photos of her taken after she was in her 40s. We have had a digital camera for more than 10 years, but somehow we have no digital photos of her, so at this point, we have NO photos of her. Not a single one.
Well, what's done is done. Unless they can find the missing boxes (and I really don't care about the missing clothes and shoes at this point), we have to accept that the photos are gone. I am creating this blog entry as a last ditch missive to the universe, with hopes that some kind soul will find the missing boxes, or at least the photos, and return them to us. Universe, do you hear me?
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