Seriously, there is no better way to say it. Moving sucks. For six weeks I had been packing but it didn’t feel like it made a difference. It seemed like we would never get there and each time I thought I had a room ready to go, something else would pop up. We picked up the moving truck Friday before settlement (which was scheduled for Wednesday). I started loading boxes.
Reinforcements came Saturday (Daryl and a friend Todd) to load furniture. We managed to get most of it in there Saturday leaving me to believe I was almost there… no. It kept going, and going and going. Right up until the last day. I still had stuff I was cramming into any nook and cranny I could find. We had maxed out our 10×30 storage unit. We had even used ABYC’s storage unit. I rented a 12′ box trailer from U Haul. I had the pickup filled to capacity. I couldn’t carry another thing when we finally shut the doors and headed to settlement.
Musical cars ensued to shuttle the big moving truck, my pickup, the dingy trailer, and the U Haul trailer over to Duvall. But it happened. We closed.
Before we could breathe a sigh of relief, the moving helpers arrived to start unloading the truck into the house. They had it cleared in four hours and got it more or less distributed into the house/garage wherever it was destined. The next morning they came a second time to accompany me over to storage and clear out as much as possible, and we nearly got all of it in the truck (only a pickup load remained). Back to Duvall to unload (mostly into the garage this time). I returned the truck that afternoon and the trailer the next morning.
The worst of our chaos was now behind us. Now only to unpack the mountains of debris that litter our garage.
