Moving Recap


Let me start by saying that I am beyond thrilled that I get to wake up everyday with Jonas. He is the love of my life and despite all the boxes and tape and missing screws and strained backs and crap with no home, I would do it all again in a second.

Having said all that, I have come to the conclusion that there is a reason that the Nomads all died off. Moving sucks. And moving in *together* means that your new place becomes the Noah's Ark of Household Crap.

Two jars of peanut butter
Two cork screws
Two can openers
Two hammers
Two tubes of tooth paste
Two TVs
Two Costco sized Laundry Detergents
Two sets of West Wing DVDs
Two toaster ovens
Two officially licensed, lame-ass foam fingers from the cheering sections of our respective colleges
15 half empty bottles of Windex (apparently Windex breeds like bunny rabbits on the Ark)
Enough opened half containers of everything else you think it might be easier to scrap it all and start over than to try to sort through it.
And the list goes on...

But all that is just the cynic in me talking. I didn't start out like that. I started out as I always do with a PLAN.

I boxed up everything, neatly, systematically and some would say, anal retentively.



I scheduled the best movers in the known universe (Moishes Movers -- seriously they were awesome. Jonas used them too.)



And I was convinced that I would have everything up and running again by Thursday night.

But the moving God's had other plans.

Wednesday was packing day for me and moving day for Jonas (he has less stuff so his guys were able to do it in one day). Like I said, the guys from Moishes were great. They were so nice to me as I started sporadically and inexplicably crying as I watched my life get packed up. (I know, I know - it's weird to cry about packing up!)







Miss Muffet was very skeptical of this whole situation. Every time she would try to hide under something, the movers would box it up and move it out.







I can't really look at it all like this. I have lived here for 6 and a half years - longer than I have lived anywhere except my parents house growing up. It's just stuff -- I know. But in a way, it has defined everything about the life I have built for myself. And seeing like this just makes it really clear that that life is about change a lot.



After my movers left for the day, I met Jonas over at our place to see how his movers were making out.

Here is Jonas smiling because he got the good side of the closet.



Jonas' movers were also really great and super nice!



I was really glad that Jonas' wine collection made it over in tact because by Thursday night, I was literally dumping whole boxes looking for a corkscrew to pour myself a drink. (you would think that with two corkscrews between us we would be able to find at least one, but this is a great example of how the moving gods mock and toy with us.)



I also brought Miss Muffet over on Wednesday night. Miss Muffet wasn't too keen on it at first, but she is adjusting.





Thursday was my moving day. I also had a LOT more stuff than even I realized. It took two trips to move it all.

As luck would have it, Jonas had a really important interview on Thursday so I found myself on Thursday afternoon drowning in six years of boxes. And I want to put away my camera gear in the cabinet, but I can't put it away because I can't hang the shelf because I don't know where the screws are and I can't go to Home Depot to buy more screws because I have to wait for the cable guy who can't buzz us because our names aren't on the door yet and he can't call me because the phone isn't hooked up because I use Vonage and I need the internet to activate my phone line. And I can't have him call on my cell phone because I don't know where the charger is.

So I think I will just have a drink and try to make it all go away. But I can't find the corkscrew and although I am frustrated, I am not (yet) prepared to bash the top off the bottle and drink straight from the broken neck. So I dump no fewer than 15 boxes out and FINALLY find the corkscrew and pour myself a drink. Which is how Jonas found me when he got home from his interview.

Somehow, over the next four days, we have managed to make a home and even had a few close friends over to christen the joint.

And my office now has everything it absolutely needs: internet, phone, fax and access to all my critical files, so I am in great shape too.





And tonight, I get to crawl into bed with Jonas and not have to drive home in the morning.

Because I am home.

And I love it here.


Posted: Wed - October 25, 2006 at 10:45 AM          

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