My dad and I counted yesterday: I have moved 16 times to nine cities in two states over the past 11 years. Now you'd think that with all that experience that by now I'd have learned to pare down my belongings to a simple box or two so that I don't have to go through the misery of packing/unpacking each time, but in fact the opposite is true. I'm a victim of creature comfort, and since I spend 95 percent of my life outside of work, at home and alone, I want it to be both comfortable and entertaining.
That being said, with an army of helpers in the past (usually mom and dad), we still manage to get out in a day.
Not so this time. This move was my biggest yet (stuff-related, anyway) and it was a solo mission. 3 1/2 weeks, three U-Haul trucks and two car trips later, I celebrated closing my townhouse door for the last time by screaming as loud as I could...and then remembered I'd left all of my silverware in the drawer. Hmph.
It has been an absolutely draining month! I'll say my biggest accomplishment to date is finding a way to transport the flatscreen from one place to another without delivering a single scratch (flexes muscles)! Out of all of the things that could have fallen/broken, my baby would have been the most devastating, and I'm happy to report that she is posted up in the living room and broadcasting ESPN in hi-def once again. :)
In fact, that was the first thing I set up (hey, priorities!):
Sooooo the mission this month was to get everything out of the townhouse and garage, and transport it to Amnesty. Because I am who I am, I may have dragged my feet for the first two weeks which resulted in total panic for the final two. What should have been a move full of easy days spent organizing and making things easier on myself resulted in a frenzied stuffing everything I could grab into giant, black trash bags, and then loading/unloading a U-Haul at 4 a.m. -- twice -- during a single weekend. Whoops.
Nevertheless, Everything eventually made it into the new digs. Hey, I didn't say it was pretty:
As you can see, once everything was in, I had to wait a week for the carpets to get cleaned before I dragged the furniture to its proper place (thankfully, the dining room didn't mind becoming a temporary dump spot). Got everything steamed yesterday and once it dried, I was able to move some things around to create something resembling a living room! ... and, most importantly, I got my bed set up. Sleeping has never felt so good as it did last night, let me tell ya!
(Sorry for the poor quality of these photos, my camera has made its way into one of the aforementioned trash bags and I'm pretty sure I'll never see it again, so these are cell phone shots.)
While I've been adjusting to life in a bigger place, Hova wasn't so sure this move was for the better. Out of all of the indoor/outdoor area she had to explore, the guest room closet is where she stayed rooted for the first couple of days. (She was much less unhappy once I found her blanket in a box).
No worries, as of yesterday, she has found her way back to her spot on the back of the couch and has remained nonplussed with all of the moving/scraping/bumping noises going on as I move furniture around her:
That's it for now! The next few weeks will be spent sifting through the 9 million boxes and bags in the garage, which has gone from having enough room for two cars, to being able to barely squeeze one in a matter of days, oops. I hope to make the house look more "homey" in the next week or so, and will update again then. Mom is coming for Thanksgiving to decorate their room, bathroom and the office, and I can't wait to have someone back here to help out with all the junk that there is left to do!
-Sportsgal
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