The next time we move, I'll know better than to put ten days between our final pack up and the day we leave the apartment.
But for now, we've got five days in a hotel -- complete with actual bed and fold-out sofa for the kids.
To those who by persistence in doing good seek glory, honor and immortality, he will give eternal life. -- Rom. 2:7(NIV)

Some things were OK for my kids to play with, like my Tonka truck. Others, like my foot-tall Han Solo, had decades of mold growing on the soft plastic parts that nearly rendered them safety hazards. Still others were so worthless I really don't understand my grandmother spent so much time wrapping them up. Take these for example:

The Halls truck is a simple piece of plastic my grandfather had received from a trucker as a desk ornament -- nothing at all important. I've never wanted it, and I really don't know what to do with it, but it was something my grandfather gave me anyway. And the McDonald's comb -- was it really worth wrapping up in newspaper?
Still, seeing the level of attention that my grandmother gave to my old toys is very touching. It's been nine years since she passed away, but I was sincerely moved to see how much she cared for my things. The newspapers -- from 1989 -- had not been touched at all since she last held them, and as I sorted through everything it brought back my favorite memories of her.
In another sense, I feel bad that my family was paying for these things to be stored for so long. Though my father and grandfather have repeatedly told me, "those will be worth some money some day," I really don't think any money I get can cover the cost of having stored them.
So now, on the eve of my move to Korea, what should I do with them? Bring them to Korea (and try to sell things off from there) or put them in storage again? I decided on the latter, figuring another two to three years isn't going to hurt anything, and I might as well make use of the government storage option.
After all, the government's going to pay to store my washer and dryer for another three years anyway -- why not have those old toys keep them company?
Here's the present we got for our instructor, referencing the troubles we had during the LEX. We thought he did a great job shielding us from the worst levels of silliness during the exercise, where we had to "build the plane while in flight."
Although we had four 1st time ICOS NO-GOs (including me), my class was well represented in the honor positions. Of the 18 other people in my class, one was the Distinguished Honor Graduate, we had the top international student, and three more were Honor Graduates. On top of that, we had two more on the President's List.
I'd have liked to have been in one of those seats as well, but I have found great consolation in the fact that outside of this environment *nobody cares* how you do here. It's kind of like, "what happens in TRADOC stays in TRADOC," but in a sadly apathetic sense.
The ceremony finished by about 11:30. Afterward, we said our goodbyes to each other, and went on our way.
I'm no longer an 88A Transportation Officer. Now I'm a 90A Logistician.
I put it on Craigslist for $6000, and ended up getting $5800. Very fair, all things considered. I had debated whether to list it in early March (so there was no time pressure) or mid-March (so we'd have lower rental car costs), but I'm glad things worked out the way they did.
I finished reading The Three Musketeers today. As with all things, the book is better than the movie (at least the 1999 and 2012 ones).