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If there's one thing I should have remembered about moving it's that nothing goes according to schedule. I somehow forgot that little tidbit of information when I was planning how many "Moving Across the Country" blog posts I would have made by now. I'm behind on blogging and I'm behind on everything else. Moving is a huge time suck.
Anyway, back when we were talking about the really serious issues related to moving, I we I decided that there was no way we could afford to pay someone to move us. It's a lot of work to move yourself, I know that, but I didn't feel too badly about telling TW that she would be driving the 26' truck from Florida to Illinois. After all, she's been bragging about driving a big moving van from Maryland to Florida for years now. She likes driving those big trucks, she's said so a million times.
We rented a U-Haul and we rented some guys on both ends to help us load/unload the truck. We spent months giving away or selling most of our belongings and by the time we reached the day of the big pack out, I was no longer worried that we'd get everything on the truck. Either we would or we wouldn't, worrying wasn't going to solve that. TW decided to take that moment to begin worrying. Nice how that worked. I worried for three months while she swore it would all fit. I stopped worrying and she picked up the slack. She also made some tough decisions that morning and gave away stuff she'd been holding onto.
Before I talk about the actual pack up, I'm going to give y'all a chance to make some lesbian U-Haul jokes. It's ok, I'll even help you out a bit. When we picked up the truck, a lesbian was working at U-Haul and she was very interested in having TW call her... anytime... just to chat! Of course she was, any lesbian knows that two lesbians and U-Haul means the relationship is on its way to over... might as well try and hook up your next date. Hah. Whatever.
TW drove the truck home and we packed that "grandma's attic" part of the truck with all of TW's china and stemware. The 21 year old was there to help. (Did I forget to mention that TW dropped the bed on my toe that morning and I was wandering around with a broken toe? Oops. My bad. She did and I was.) We finished loading that part and were quite proud of our work and then we waited for our rental loaders to arrive. When they were a little "late", I called them.
Oops. TW had given them our home number and I, trying to save some money, had disconnected it. So, they weren't sure they were still supposed to come. I gave them directions from Jacksonville to our home and they said they'd be there in an hour. After a good bit of nagging, TW convinced us that we could move the heavy, heavy furniture into the truck ourselves. Chris and I were skeptical but willing to give it a try and we did manage to do it ourselves. Color me SHOCKED and TW smug.
90 minutes had passed, the loaders still had not arrived so I called them back - they're lost. It's really easy to get to our house from Jax. I gave good directions. I gave them more directions and we kept on loading. Chris had to go to work but the 24 year old who lived with us for years arrived and he picked up where Chris left off.
An hour later, the loaders arrived and when they see that we've loaded more than half of the truck without them - they were ANGRY. We called them all the way out here to pack THIS? How dare we waste their time. I wasn't amused by this attitude. They did get to work, and while we weren't impressed with them they did get the rest of the truck loaded while TW and I sat and rested and were happy because yes, it was all going to fit on the truck... even my grafted gardenia in the really huge pot.
We spent
