While I was in the Netherlands I shipped a box of foodstuffs back to the office. The motivation for this was a request for a particular supermarket's store brand hot chocolate mix. Since my suitcases were already overfull, I decided to just pay the excessive shipping charges and throw in some hagelslag and (gross) licorice for the rest of the office. Today I went back into work and heard that the box arrived, full of loose powder and chocolate sprinkles. I've chosen to blame this on customs instead of my poor packing skills.
On my last day in Amsterdam, I took a bunch of books to the hospital with me. At the last minute, and at the nexus of irrational anxiety about packing and inappropriate sentimentality, I decided to ship them home by boat even though I knew that I should have just left them behind. They won't get here for months.