We moved yesterday.
Several friends warned me how chaotic and stressful in-town moves can be. Generally you take van loads of apple boxes, dump them at the new place, and then rinse and repeat a few hundred times. Leave the sorting for later when you’re exhausted and can’t find the coffee pot.
Since all of our stuff was going in storage, it wasn’t like that. Saturday we moved the furniture and boxes (even beds!) to storage and that went really fast. Everything is labeled. We slept on blow-up mattresses and tried to just keep our lives moving along.
Yesterday the storm hit, just as we were beginning to load the last wave of our stuff into the moving truck. Like, literally. My neighbor texted me the area’s tornado warning. We loaded all the stuff we need to keep with us in the pouring down rain – shoes splashing in the mud, water soaking our clothes. Andy was at work; it was just me and my mom and I wondered several times how on earth we were going to get everything done, just the two of us.
He came home to take the last load of trash to the dump, but since the moving truck has commercial plates, they turned him away. I think he almost had a nervous breakdown right then and there. We still had all that trash and he still had work to do. (Note to self, don’t schedule clients the day you move.) So on top of getting all the closets packed up, kitchen cleared out, house cleaned, we had to deal with mounds – MOUNDS, I TELL YOU – of trash.
I had this moment of panic, thankful my kids were being cared for and safe, we couldn’t stop to find dinner, Andy calling to remind me to be at the apartment not too late so to be courteous to our hosts. I almost called a hotel and may have shed a few tears. We decided to basically drop everything, pick the kids up, go set up beds at the apartment, and my mom and Andy would come back and finish up what was left.
I had to back that dang moving truck down my own steep driveway in the pitch dark, pouring rain. And also? It was out of gas.
But you know what? We got to the apartment without a wreck, Andy met us there, we put the kiddies to bed, I FINALLY got a shower, and we were able to get things functional. My mom and Andy finished the old house, left the key in it (don’t mind the huge trash pile out front!), came home and we slept. Andy got up early this morning and caught a flight to a conference in Texas. And I’m very very thankful my mom is still here and I’m not the only person here over the age of eight.
So. The trash. After school drop-off this morning I borrowed my former neighbor’s truck to load everything and finally took it to the dump. We also returned the moving van. Yay! I still have to cancel our utility accounts and stuff like that, but we’ve finally found a resting place between homes. Lots of tough spots, but we made it through!Filed under Daily Life | Comments (5)