On moving: the details.


Is. Quite. The. Process.

Especially to a house.

From an apartment.

The last week has been an utter blur and trying to recap *there* to *here* seems rather difficult.

The last night…Friday, May 31 was a hectic evening. It wasn’t how I pictured it, in terms of sitting back, glass of wine, recapping our memories of the last (almost) two years. It was filled with moving boxes, M’s parents coming over to the house to help with some things, some anxious moments (by me, of course. har, har.), and then a restless night’s sleep. Thinking, anxious, praying that the day would run smoothly.

6 am wake up on Saturday morning. I bound out of bed and am giddily excited, yet nervous. Praying the movers show up (they do. Whew). Hoping the weather isn’t too hot (it is, a scorching 94 degrees with loads of humidity).

The morning runs as smoothly as I could have imagined. Movers haul and we have everything in (or so I *thought*) by 11:15 am. I am happily unpacking boxes. My mom has come over and is documenting the move in pictures and keeping our kitties comfy holed up in one of the spare bedrooms as the movers get everything in. The alarm guy comes and installs. The cable/internet guys come and get that all situated. We are feeling *golden* and then…M decides to head over to the apartment to gather the ‘last few things’ he had left at the house (including our oh-so-precious wine club wines!) and bam, it all goes to hell in a handbasket (#dramatic).

In true “M” fashion, he has vastly underestimated how many boxes and random items are left at the house. As I’m farting around putting books away and more clothes, he finally texts me and admits the Β job is far too big for just him. It’s about 5 pm at this point (an hour and a half after he left to gather the ‘few’ things) and we have been going almost 12 hours, in scorching heat, sweat pouring down our faces all.day.long.

Bam. Meltdown mode.

I walk into the apartment and there is a sh*tload of stuff left. A printer, four boxes of wine, HALF of his clothes still in the closet on hangers, three bags of trash, Christmas ornaments. Let’s just say the next 30 mins were not my finest πŸ˜‰ We agree to load my car up, load his, and then he’d go back after and get what he thought would be one more load, and I would hit the grocery store. Welp, another FIVE car loads later, M is finally home. rolling in around 8 pm, almost passed out from exhaustion and dehydration (I am not far behind…). But in that time, I loaded up on groceries, some of his favorite treats (as a ‘forgive me for being a jerk’ truce!) and we finally sat down, bone-weary, legs aching, and had our first meal in our new home.

And despite all of that day’s events, we were home.

And that is all that mattered at that very moment.

…to be continued…


18 thoughts on “On moving: the details.

  1. Sorry, had to laugh. That’s totally something Jason would have done. Long long hard day but totally worth it in the end! So excited for you guys. And how has it already been almost 2 years? Sheesh time flies.

  2. Whew! Yes, moving is NEVER fun. Just wait! Now that you have a house to fill, you’ll have even MORE to move NEXT TIME! πŸ™‚

  3. Well, you make me feel all peachy for our move in a couple of weeks. Haha! Although we close on a Monday and plan to move things over gradually during the week and finish up with the main furniture, kitchen stuff, etc over the weekend. Hoping that makes it less stressful. Sounds like a bear of a time. Not being done until after 8 (and hungry, thirsty, tired to boot) would make me cranky as well.

    1. Ahhh! I didn’t know you found your house already!!! Wow! so awesome, Tina! But yea, the actual act of moving is not my favorite thing πŸ˜‰ Glad you can slowly move in!! that’s awesome!

  4. I think that happens to EVERYONE. Once you do the bulk, you think there’s only a few things left but its way more than you anticipated. The second time we moved, we forgot to clean out the medicine cabinet and I didn’t realize it until like a month later (all my MAC eyeshadows were in there). We also turned in our key at like 4:55, five minutes before the leasing office closed. The last time we moved, we went back the next morning for “the last few things” and it took us several hours, and this was the day after we had spent moving so we were just exhausted. And we didn’t have movers either time. At least next time we already decided to splurge on the movers!

  5. Hello, I swear you are just like me! That is totally something I would have done. FREAK OUT! I hate moving. While I don’t necessarily feel like I live in my dream home, the thought of moving makes me want this to be my “forever home”. Welcome home my friend. I can’t wait to see you make memories there! Congratulations to you and M!

  6. I would have totally freaked out!! Moving is definitely…an ordeal. That is why I’m never ever moving again πŸ™‚ I’m so glad that you and M are settling into YOUR home. Congrats my friend!

  7. It is all those things you hope to avoid but it seems moving just can’t happen seamlessly. And there is always way more to move than what you think! I have to keep telling someone else that:)

  8. yay for moving!! Honestly, I don’t think moving is ever smooth or easy. It is a giant pain in the butt. Seriously someday I want to be rich enough to hire those people who come and move for you- literally pack everything for you and bring it all to your home.

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