once again, home ownership fucks you up

we’re moved.

sort of. barely.

to make a long story short, there we were on thursday. we had been packing (semi-)furiously for two days, and it was 4:30 in the afternoon, just a half hour before the drop-dead date where we would have to call up the moving company and reschedule. we decide to do a walkthrough of what was left, and estimate how much time it would take us. we figure about five hours a piece, so we’d be done by 10pm, certainly by midnight.

four hours later, and we’re still both working on our first two-hour tasks.

fuck.

hmc goes to bed, and i stay up and keep plugging away. packing triage, doing what needs to be done first, like getting all the stuff off of the large pieces of furniture that need to go on the truck when the movers come at 9am, and then just packing more more more and more.

the movers come in the morning at 9:30 and start loading stuff in the truck. meanwhile we move to other parts of the apartment and keep packing. i haven’t slept yet. i’m strangely still coherent.

at about 1pm, the movers come in and say, “the truck’s almost full.”

“uh, what?” the truck can’t be almost full. you haven’t gotten everything from the apartment in the truck yet. and also, what about all of our crap in the garage? including the clothes washer and the VERY LARGE ULTRASUEDE COUCH?

i’m still awake. but perhaps not as coherent as i think i am.

we continue packing. they get most of the stuff in the garage in the truck, and only leave smaller things that we can take later, including two tables which we think (hope) we can disassemble later.

we set off to the house, and oh by the way did we mention that the overpass collapsed? yeah, thanks, that helps too.

they unload for what seems like hours. days.

i’m still awake but clearly stupid now.

they finally finish. our new house is now full of boxes.

that evening, we go back to get mika, who’s none too pleased by any of this nonsense. while loading up the jeep, i get confused and can’t figure out where hmc has gone to.

i’m still up, but not really there.

so, unable to figure out where hmc is, i think she’s gone back upstairs, so i turn around to go inside.

SMACK right into a stop sign.

i love owning a house. really. it’s been so good to me so far.
Posted at May 5, 2007 12:18 AM | TrackBack