La Poste

The cause of some serious stress has finally arrived..... AND I HAVE CLOTHES!!

Before I departed for Europe, I was planning on bringing a carryon suitcase and checking a huge suitcase with all the clothes that would last me for the year. But as soon as I booked my vacation to Barcelona and realized how difficult (and expensive) it would be to keep track of all my luggage throughout Spain and France, I decided to bring one carryon and then ship the rest of my stuff to my apartment in Reims.

Sounds simple, right? HAHA it wasn't.

My mom and I chose the 3-5 day priority shipping option and sent it out on the day I left Barcelona for Paris... thinking that it would arrive within my first week and I'd be all set. However, as the days went on, I knew I wouldn't be getting my package anytime soon and I had to buy some stuff (the weather here is freezing!).

Also, I started my classes and couldn't be at the apartment all day long to wait to sign for the shipment. So I put my name on the buzzer and the letterbox for the mailman, and on Tuesday afternoon I got a notice that my package had attempted to be delivered but that I will have to pick it up from the post office.

And then I realized..... I had to carry a 60lb / 27kg box all the way home from the post office ??? Cue the stressed, shivering Sydney asking everyone if they have a wheelbarrow she could borrow.

But in the end, it all worked out (as it always does). Thank God for good friends and strong boys and friends with cars because I was able to get my package yesterday :) I won't be cold anymore!