This move has been a bit of a saga. As those of you who have been breathlessly following each twist in the story will recall, we were originally supposed to move at the end of the month. But then last week our hot water heater exploded and died. Time to move! We managed to reschedule the movers for this weekend--but alas, they scheduled us for the wrong day. So there was a lot of standing around amongst packed boxes and sleeping on air mattresses and whatnot.
Finally, by about 6:00 last night, all of our stuff was about three miles north of its previous location. Currently we are living amongst a bewilderment of boxes. But I got to watch the sun rise over the Cascades this morning while I unpacked my clothes, so we're cool.
As one of the movers was maneuvering our giant television (not a flat screen--perhaps you've seen one on a historical television series such as The Wonder Years?) out of the van, he asked, "You want this in the house?" I'm sure he figured that our real television was hidden somewhere, and we were just transporting this one to go into Mr. A's Man Cave.
They were also a little bit chagrined by how many records we (and by "we" I mean Mr. A) own. "Haha I sure am glad most people switched to cds hahaha!" I think what he really meant was, "CHRIST ALMIGHTY HAVE YOU NOT HEARD OF DIGITAL DOWNLOADS OWWWWWCH."
Have you ever hired movers, though? Did you know that they are insanely cheap? They moved all of our stuff--and there was a ton of it, about 80% garbage--for like $430. That's barely more than a U-Haul, and it took three hours.
Things I Have Learned in My Adult Life:
1. Hire movers.
2. Don't pick at it.
Aaaaaaaaaand that's about it.