My Bags Are Packed and I Am Ready to Go

In Concert (Peter, Paul and Mary album)
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Lyrics for Leaving On A Jet Plane
All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go
I’m standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin’, it’s early morn
The taxi’s waiting, he’s blowin’ his horn
Already I’m so lonesome I could cry.
Our new tenants, a Fulbrighter and her husband arrived today from the US. They will be living here for 9 months. Just before the doorbell rang, the taxi driver called my mobile. Though he did not speak English, the idea that I garnered was “Call an ambulance, I think I am having a heart attack from lifting luggage.”
When the buzzed the intercom, Ron asked if they needed assistance. When they said yes, we didn’t realize they needed a construction sized elevator. 
Through many e-mails, these are the things that they narrowed it down to, but I and others had convinced them to lease some things behind. They almost need a second apartment just for this stuff and storing their suitcases. This picture just doesn’t do it justice. I wanted to properly arrange everything to show the true size and quantity, but hey, you can only go so far before embarrassment really kicks in. 

Americans continually make me chuckle. When Ron and I left the US for what we thought was going to be a year of travel, we had one large suitcase each and a backpack.When you decide to ‘pack up your apartment’, you really need to reconsider the meaning of the phrase.

By the way, this is being posted with their permission. They are good sports. We will be subitting it to Ripley’s Believe It or Not also.
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