Moving is a disease, part I
The movers came on Friday; it took one packer and two carriers 6 hours to pack my entire place and load it on the truck. That's about what I expected. I have a lot of stuff. I went through a lot of it but I think the next time I move I'll have to be more thorough. I'll also consider packing myself (unless like this time it was paid for) because as I'm unpacking I'm having a hard time finding things I need. For example, I would chose to pack the power cord with the corresponding item or all together in one box. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Friday evening I cleaned and put primer on my painted walls with the indispensible help of Chris and Ashley. That actually went pretty well. The beer and paint fumes were great for morale and the red walls only needed two coats of primer. I think the point I realized I needed to actually stand in front of the open door was when I thought it was REALLY funny that Ashley was trying to blow the water out of Chris's beard.

Saturday I packed up my fridge and freezer, packed my car, and did the last of the vacuuming and cleaning. Then I watched the football game with C&A and got on my way. It was really sad leaving town but I have to say that I'm glad I'm not the last one out. I'm going to really try to be good about keeping in touch with everyone since my friends mean a great deal to me.

About 2 hours out of town my car stereo died. I felt like Homer Simpson that time he and Lisa did the sensory deprivation tank thing. Driving along the dark Ohio/Pennsylvania stretches of I80 with no one to talk to or radio to sing along to. It wasn't too bad, I amused myself somehow. I stopped for the night near Punxsatawny hoping to stop in town really quickly before moving on. But my car had other ideas. It did not start and I needed to call my car insurance company to send me someone to jump it. Luckily, Progressive offers roadside assistance. I got going later than I intended to so I skipped the side trip. It might be better to not ruin Groundhog Day with the real thing.

The rest of the trip was ok, except for some heavy traffic between Newark and NYC. That actually wasn't too bad considering how bad I think it could be; it took me about an hour/hour and a half to do that stretch. I got to my new apartment around 7. I brought a few things up from my car and basically crashed.

In the next segment, the movers arrive!

Labels: frustration, good times, moving

- posted by meg @ 6:11 PM