[ rant ]
The worst part of our move so far has been the delay in getting our stuff. It left our house on 28 May, scheduled to arrive in Wellington on 5 August. We arrived on 4 July. My employer put us up in a furnished flat for a week, so we would only have three weeks of no housewares or furnishings, right?
No way. Shortly after arriving, we found out it wouldn't arrive until 18 August. On 15 August, it landed in Sydney. We were so excited! Just one trip across the Tasman and....
Nope. Our shipping company doesn't work with New Zealand, so they had to wait for another company to take it across the pond. Scheduled for 25 August. Now we're REALLY sick of sitting on the floor, sleeping on the air mattress from hell, eating with plasticware, and staring at blank walls.
A few days before the 25th, we find out he ship it was supposed to be on was full, and the new date was 2 September. So frustrating.
Our stuff has now been at sea for 17 weeks. And what can you do? Give the international cargo company a bad review? Talk to a manager? "Next time I move to the other side of the world, I'm going with someone else!"
You're completely powerless. That's the worst part. I'd like to think that I don't need material things to make me happy, but after eight weeks of this, it really gets depressing. I just want our stuff.
Lesson to those thinking of immigrating: Get a short-term furnished place. Don't count on your stuff arriving when they say it will.
[ /rant ]
So, our stuff is set to arrive in Wellington on Monday (YAY!). Just paid NZD $706 in port fees, and that doesn't include whatever inspection/quarantine they need to do, or destination services from our moving company ($1,300. BOO!)
They've already confirmed based on our packing list that there will be a quarantine period. We're really stressed about it, because we just have no idea how long it will take and how much it will cost. They emailed yesterday and wanted to know what our Christmas decorations were made of. Let the fun begin. We keep thinking of little things that they might catch -- like the wooden cutting board we forgot to put on the list. But for the most part, my wife did an outstanding job of labeling everything in extreme detail.
I don't know what I'm looking for, here. Can anyone share their stories of clearing customs so maybe I know better what to expect?