I do enjoy moving – the thrill of packing things up and then opening the box like a present. As well as the new adventure in getting to know the area. (even if you used to live there, things change!!)
But the bad part of moving….you realize that you have just way too much stuff and do you really need all this stuff and why on earth are you saving this?!??! Flash to the night before moving and I was just throwing stuff into boxes to get it done…..and then realizing that some of those boxes could end up in the middle of a storage unit….
Moving this time also included a 14’ van that almost did not make it up the hill out of the rental place. Yup – I went sliding backwards towards the building and my own car….the insurance company would have loved that one. At one point I was channeling a street racer and smoking the tires!
After Tetris-ing all my worldy possessions, there was a five and a half hour long drive……the truck was so overloaded that it barely went 55 mph and would slow to 40 as you went up a hill. But I got to feel all cool when I found out that I was rated as a “truck”. (it did increase the tolls but I was a TRUCK!!!)
I found some fun people to chat with as I drove – “Please talk to me!” I did have to weed out some drunk ones though…..”I have been drinking tequila for 3 hours!!” “Umm, I’ll call you later….”
The unpacking turned silly early on……imagine Jenga, singing helpers, mockery of Mr. Elevator and a series of messages that were relayed like a game of telephone from the moving van to the storage unit.
I am EXTREMELY grateful for the people that helped me move. There is nothing that I can do to repay them….hmm, I wonder if any of them need a kidney…...
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