The inside scoop on moving day. Fetrina style

Those dreaded words that NOBODY wants to hear....it's moving day. I have never met a person that enjoys moving. Sure, I enjoy parts of moving like the getting rid of random stuff part and the unpacking part (organizing is my happy place:) and the excitement of starting an adventure somewhere new, but really, I hate the act of actually moving. Wish Adam and I would have realized how difficult moving everything ourselves was going to be. Movers will be hired next time we move...if that ever happens. Side note: I looooove our new apartment =) It was a truly exhausting process, both physically and emotionally. I am STILL sore in every possible place days later.

In my mind, moving seemed pretty straight forward and dare I say it...easy. I had arranged to rent the moving truck for eight hours picking up the truck at 10:00 a.m., which should have been plenty of time, in addition to booking a storage unit for our extra stuff and things that we'd pay a visit to at 4:00 p.m. in time to drop off my bed and Adam's dresser using the moving truck before we needed to have it back by 6:00 p.m. Aaaaand breeeeaaaath....*Sigh. The day would have gone much smoother if everything would have gone to plan, but as anything rarely does, I should have known better. Numerous emotional breakdowns could have been avoided:)

The morning started out well enough, Adam and I were up around 9:00 a.m., coffee'd and dressed by 9:30 and off to get the truck by 9:45, grabbing breakfast on our way to drop off the first truck load was on the to do list. THAT never happened. Enter problem number one. We had the truck loaded up with all my heavy furniture and such before 10:30 a.m. Adam had sold his couch to someone from high school and they had said they were going to come by and get it at 11 a.m. Thinking this would only take about 30 minutes TOPS, Adam headed to his place around 10:30ish to be ready for them to get there. I had asked my mom if she wouldn't mind staying with our truck while we moved everything upstairs saving us the added time of closing up the truck in between trips or leaving our stuff open to the world. I told her I would call her when Adam was back and her and my dad would meet us over at the apartment. Almost an hour later around 11:30, no word from Adam so I called him to see what was up. Apparently the dude had yet to even show up. Seriously dude? I told Adam to message his friend and ask what's up, we had our own schedule to keep to after all. Literally after I hung up the phone with Adam my parents drove up. Hmmm....did I call them through osmosis?? :) They were excited too, I get it. We still had to wait on Adam though. My dad lasted oh about 10 minutes before he offered to go home and come back later:) My mom stayed. After another anxious hour of waiting and a phone call, Adam showed up. Needless to say that my good mood was gone. The dude was not only late, but also didn't bring the agreed amount of money and had to go to the bank after they got the couch in his truck. It's amazing how losing two hours can drastically change the level of stress in your scheduled day as well as your (my) mood.

We finally got to the apartment around 1 p.m. and of course there was no apartment entrance adjacent street parking on Hawthorne in the middle of a Saturday afternoon. I asked a neighbor if we could pull our truck in their driveway and unload everything real quick. He was not friendly or helpful and said no. What a jerk. We ended up double parking and unpacking everything onto the sidewalk. Adam and I moved everything up and my mom (like a champ) hung out with our things outside, making friends with everyone who came out of the building:) Random good note, we got to meet several neighbors in our new building and everyone was really welcoming and friendly:) (unlike the D-bag that lives next to our building). Adam and I left my mom at our apartment after we finished unloading my stuff and headed to Adam's to pack up his truck worthy items. This was around 2 p.m. It took us almost an hour at Adam's house, which meant we had an hour to unload the truck, go pick up my bed and get to the storage unit by 4. Keep in mind that neither Adam nor I had really eaten anything. I literally start to melt if I'm hungry and/or tired, but put both those together and you have a Rach-tastrophe. I become whiney, emotional, easily irritated, and less willing to do things any way, but my way. I'm not proud of the person I become when I'm hungry, but it is a part of who I am. Keep me fed, keep me happy.

                             

We had plans to grab lunch with my parents, but it quickly became apparent there was NO time for that. So, we said a fast goodbye and thank you and headed to the storage unit to sign papers sans my bed or Adam's dresser. Looks like more trips are in our future than originally allotted for. Adam stopped at DQ for food because I was becoming completely unbearable to be around. He basically saw me at my worst on the day we moved in together. Lucky Adam;) Another sunny spot: my worst was not enough to drive him away:) Score! Needless to say, we BOTH needed to eat something and felt much better/happier afterwards. Storage unit checked out and taken care of, we went back to get load my bed up to take out there. Adam is going to bribe a friend with a truck to help him move his dresser out there in a week or so instead of cramming in another trip. My bed...the only thing I have ever financed in my life, besides my education, was a BITCH to move. My Tempur pedic, not even fully paid off yet, was h-e-a-v-y and very difficult to move. The box that the mattress sits on was damaged a bit, which of course made me cry because I was on the brink of tears pretty much all day long anyways. We opted to put Adam's bed in our room instead because he is a tummy sleeper and the tempur pedic is not for tummy sleepers. He has a comfy bed so it is really a non-issue. I was just pissed that my bed got damaged by our lack of moving expertise.

To sum up, Adam and I finished an exhausting day of moving heavy, awkward things around 9:30 p.m. Both of us still had plenty left at our places, me less than him, but since Adam has Monday off he would be moving the rest over then. We relaxed, ate some dinner and started unpacking, which of course led to us being awake until about 1:30 in the morning:) Hi, my name is Rachael and I have clutter anxiety. Although the day was a cluster fuck for sure, together, Adam and I ended the day on a happy note organizing our kitchen cabinets and our bedroom :) To be honest, I'm glad we bookended our day with happy thoughts and feelings. The middle was a jumbled mess of emotions and such, but the beginning and ending were just.plain.great:) The most important thing that we gained from the experience of moving ourselves? Adam and I WILL be hiring movers next time and we sure do love one another a lot :)