I’m humbled after this weekend.
On all accounts.
First – the move.
Oh, the move.
But we must back up to day-before-the-move when Stephanie has a melt down. I took a half day from work to prepare myself and run around town getting msc. moving things done. Then, I decided to go ahead and move my kitchen by myself. It was going well until I realized that there was no way it was all going to get done. Ever. And what if no one showed up on Saturday? And if they do show up would they hate me and my worldly goods for existing? And why was I doing this again? And is this place really bigger and nicer than the last? And so on.
Then the boyfriend came over so that we could see one another for an hour or so before I took him to the airport and he tried to calm me down, but it didn’t help that there was a mysterious beeping coming from somewhere seemingly in my apartment. Turns out it wasn’t my apartment. It was the upstairs apartment. And it sounded like her carbon monoxide detector.
So we got out of there. (With Gertie)
On the way to take him to the airport (in the snow – which I hate!), I was trying to get a hold of my apartment manager and figure out what should be/could be done. She tells me it’s ok and so I return home.
But it’s really cold. And getting colder. But I decide not to worry about it so I took a Tylenol P.M. and hit the sack. A few hours later she’s standing in my living room shouting my name. I drowsily wake up and stumble out.
She tries to tell me she turned off the heat b/c she couldn’t live with herself if it was carbon monoxide. Can I check into a hotel?
Um, not really. I’m kind of drugged.
I convince her I’m ok and I put on a stocking cap and return to bed, making sure Gertie is covered up with me.
Moving day: I shiver out of bed and hit the ground running.
Is anyone going to come?
After I took Gertie to the boyfriend’s mom’s house, I recieved the first of many calls that day.
Ben. Melissa. Justin. My parents – both of them. The boyfriend’s brother. His friend.
It was unreal. I coudn’t believe all these people would come help me carry my stuff into my new place.
I purchased the two largest pizzas I have ever seen and some beer for the troops. By the time I returned from that, the move was done. My dad was still busycleaning out my fridge from the old apartment and installing my nice shower head in my new bathroom. Aside from that, everything was done.
It was amazing. I still have things to organize, but to have all the stuff moved was such a load off my shoulders.
To all who helped, I can’t thank you enough!
A few hours later, the boyfriend called and said he had won his card tournament. As part of his prize, he was able to pick out some details that may be used on a future card. He wanted my input so that the card could reflect a little of me. Again, an honor.
My dad came over yesterday and helped me hang pictures.
All in all, it went infinitely better than I expected. And now I’m home again.
Gertie, on the other hand, is a little confused as to what happened when she went to play with Lily for a day.