When people ask how the move went, it is hard to not hesitate and find the words. Some words that come to mind are - painful - agonizing - oh lordy.
On Thursday of our move, the truck from Roadrunner (I'm not afraid to name names) arrived at our old house. The problem is that while two independant movers gave me similar estimates and said they would send "their biggest truck", Roadrunner sent an inferior smaller truck. Everyone knew at that moment that this would be a difficult move. We had 3 guys in the morning, who packed up our house. The foreman was cranky the entire time, saying that our sales contact had messed up on our estimate. His tone seemed to indicate that somehow we had fabricated a whole bunch of extra stuff suddenly! What he and Roadrunner failed to realize is that architects know how to use space. Charlie lived there from 1988 to today and acquired many, many things - so he knew how to use his existing space to store everything. Anyway, the truck was filled and we waited for a second truck to come.
We ran to the dump a number of times with Charlie's parents, who were extremely helpful. We dumped wood scraps, metal scraps, an entire boat. The second set (2 guys) of movers arrived early evening and realized that they had to pack their truck with things from the shed, which is an extended walk to the back yard. They plowed through until dark and we enjoyed a nice dinner at the Firehouse Pub with Charlie's parents. That night, Charlie and I slept in sleeping bags on the floor.
Friday morning was chilly and I fondly remembering moving concrete blocks to my car (Charlie keeps everything, did I mention that?) I moved a couple of loads to the new house with his parents, while Charlie attended the closings. When we all finally got together around lunch time, we knew that the truck delivery to the new house would be around 1-2 PM. We waited, we ate, we waited, and no truck. We ran errands, we waited, we cleaned, we waited. The truck finally arrived sometime near 5 or 6 PM and they had 5 guys for the 2 trucks. These guys came in tired from other moves, and were not pleased with hauling things up two flights of stairs. The first truck, which held the shed stuff, was cleared in an hour. The second truck with the house stuff, however, took much longer. It was disappointing that a number of things would not fit - such as the queen size box spring or the girl's bed frame. We ended up moving the box spring ourselves.
We were able to unpack a large number of things (especially in the kitchen) with help from Charlie's parents. There are still a large number of boxes to go.. but we're getting there!
