Moving sucks. I’m not the first person to utter these words, and I won’t be the last, but It. Sucks. That said, I think my blood pressure has finally come back down a few points after having boxes and clutter (gasp!) in every corner of every room. I went into this move very optimistic that I’d prepared both houses by culling through and moving aside and mapping out where things would go. Again, spreadsheets were involved. And I’m the first to admit I was wrong. Very wrong. Here’s 1/2 of what arrived around 4:00 last Saturday afternoon.
At first I was chipper. Giddy with my organization as each piece of furniture would get pulled to the edge of the truck and the happy moving man (not actually happy… it was hot as hell) would ask, “where do you want this, ma’am?” I had a response ready immediately. Furniture was finding it’s happy home left and right. And then, like the scene in I Love Lucy when the chocolate starts to back up on the conveyer belt, all of a sudden there wasn’t such an obvious place for things.
My heart started beating, and my smile grew a little forced. I tried not to show my panic, but I had no idea where the next 30 odd boxes belonged. They landed anywhere and everywhere. What used to be a well oiled moving machine, ground to a halt and became this:
Thank the heavens that my parents were around as they helped corral the kids (I think Yo Gabba Gabba was playing in the background for most of the afternoon and I hope to one day be able to personally thank DJ Lance Rock for his assistance) and unpack boxes. My mother may have done 12 loads of laundry but I lost track when we ran out of places to put the clean stuff. The kids were pretty ‘opinionated’ and ‘assertive’ (that’s teacher-ese for a pain in the you-know-what), and we have a mountain of broken down boxes outside our front door waiting for recycling on Monday, but… I think we made it.
The kids enjoyed watching the action for 10 minutes or so, but watching men lift 2x their body weight isn’t exactly Disney on Ice.
A last minute Craigslist gander landed me with the exact hutch I had wanted from Ikea, but for oh…. $500 less. And it might be solely responsible for my new improved blood pressure as it meant that all of those “Kitchen Fragile” boxes now have a happy home. (When you’re registering for wedding gifts as innocent engagees with a twinkle in your eyes, people don’t tell you that one day you’ll be desperately searching for shelf space to house your formal china, soup set, high balls, low balls, snifters, etc.
We’re not out of the woods yet as all our paintings need to be hung, and my home office/ closet space is still on my DIY list so none of my crafts/ files have a place to go quite yet.
And did I mention the 8 ginormous boxes set to be a tag sale in a few weeks? (Perk of the burbs, holla!)
I listed a record 15 items on Craigslist. On a related note, I can officially spot a CL scam a mile away at this point… no I will not give your ‘assistant’ my name, address, and information for a money order because your are away on business. And a shrink would have a field day with me as I’m always anxious that someone won’t ‘like’ my stuff when they come to pick it up!
But everything seems to be in a place, more or less. Those places will certainly get more organized as the dust continues to settle, but I can FINALLY see the forest through the trees. (Vast improvement from my mood around noon on Day 2 when I was seriously considering a relocation somewhere where I could pack flip flops, a toothbrush, and a cup.)
We even got to enjoy some 4th of July festivities!
Now I can get back to my real To Do list!