10 Mar 2011

479.  A prime number.  I’m not a big fan of prime numbers, preferring palindromes myself.  I like the effortless balance of a palindrome.  The same picture moving forward as moving back.  I find them soothing in a Lost sort of way, a signal that wherever I am when that palindromic number or word appears is right where I am supposed to be.  Able was I ere I saw Elba.  But a stubborn prime (“Just try to evenly divide me!”) – not so much my cup of tea.

This particular prime number was the number of our Sydney storage unit.  I say “was” because it is no more.  Today, finally today, we have emptied the unit and filled the merest fraction of a cargo container in its place.  Less going home than was brought down here.  Mission accomplished.  Where is it going?  Somewhere in Seattle, final destination unknown (anyone care to volunteer a little space?).  When will it get there?  Give it 16 weeks at least.  We’ve been down this road before (Hello winter sweater that I could have used two months ago) and did our best to pick up a little patience along the way.  We’ll see this go around how well that worked.