First blog comes to you from — get ready — Seattle. We never even got out of town. If you’ve ever had a nightmare move, you’ll love this one. Truck arrives. Stuff starts loading. halfway through, everyone looks at the garage, looks at the truck, looks at the garage again – this is not going to fit. Things get rearranged. Things get moved out and moved in again. More stuff keeps vomiting forth from the house – the barbecue, the patio table, and oh yes, we haven’t loaded the washer/dryer yet. Bob suggests returning the entire kitchen’s worth of cabinets he bought up here for the kitchen down there. Not looking good. The day wears on. Then Bob suggests I call the buyer’s agent and ask if they want to buy the washer and dryer we were going to bring down for ourselves. At 5pm, we have a pow-wow. I call movers. We rent a motel room in Seattle for the night (what?). I am leaving out all the freak-outs and clusterf****s that accompanied. By 6pm, we have a driver for the big truck for tomorrow, a room rented, another truck rented that we will drive, and we abandon ship for the evening. Today is a much better day. The new truck will only have to carry a small load and is MUCH MORE comfortable than the bench seats on the big truck.
Today we understand things like the truck we rented was a ‘low boy’ and if we’d known that, we could’ve asked for a ‘high boy’ in which case everything would’ve fit. More than I ever wanted to know about moving. Why oh why did we leave the biggest move we’ve ever made in the hands of ourselves? Never again.