Song Lyric of the Day:
And you’d see me waiting for you on the corner of the street / So I’m not moving / I’m not moving
The Script / “The Man Who Can’t Be Moved“
As my 18 loyal readers (see what I did? I added one) know, the spouse and I are in the process of a move. A move which physically, officially began about four weeks ago, when we closed on the new house. Unofficially, it began months ago, when we rented a storage space*, started packing, worked on decluttering the house, worked on home improvement projects, and began the long kiss goodbye with our sanity.
This weekend promises to be more of the same: wrapping up knickknacks, packing, wondering how the hell we lost yet another tape gun. Our original plan was to move everything to the new house ourselves except the furniture. A few weeks and roughly half our possessions later, we’ve changed our tune because we’re exhausted. Not to mention poor Rich is having to do almost all the lifting/moving/loading himself since I can’t right now. Since we‘ve got the movers scheduled for next week, we’re going to let (read: pay) them move the last boxes along with the furniture.
At least this move is not only an in-state move, but an in-city one. To this day, I have no idea how the hell I survived the move from Chesapeake back to Knoxville. I vaguely remember calling the whole thing off at one point when about 90 percent of the house was already packed and ready to go — that’s how stressed out I was. Then, come moving day, I discovered the movers we’d hired were rogue movers (an emergency call to Mayflower and we dodged a bullet). Trust me — carefully research your movers.
So as stressed as we are right now, we’re grateful that it’s a local move, that our awesome family is willing and able to help out whenever possible, and that there’s nary a rogue mover in sight. Of course, once we get the A-frame empty, then comes the really fun part of shuttling between houses to finish up home improvement projects and getting the house ready to put on the market. Come back then and ask me how my stress level is.
*We used — and highly recommend — Nortshore Pellissippi Storage. It’s a brand-new, climate-controlled building with great security features, reasonable prices, and a very friendly, helpful staff. And, no, they did not pay me to say this.
