I’m at work right now but things are pretty quiet since I expect many people are either on PTO or are acting as if they are. I know I am!
I’m in my new office in the new apartment and it is basically functional. Still lots of organizing to do, but I have both work and gaming PCs set up. As long as I don’t turn around it feels pretty good. Image at the top of the post is what I see when I DO turn around and…yeah, still much to do.
Same holds true for the whole apartment. Boxes everywhere waiting to be unpacked. The kitchen is our first focus point since we’re going broke living on Doordash and Grubhub deliveries. Tonight we expect to cook for the first time.
The move has been an unmitigated disaster. The plan was that PartPurple (Subaru Cross-Trek) and I (Toyota Tacoma double cab with a 4′ bed) would move all ‘the little stuff’ and we’d hire a moving company to move the big stuff. And that’s how it started. Mistake #1 was SEVERELY underestimating how much time it would take us to just pack “the little stuff” (by which we meant kind of anything that wasn’t furniture). The day before the movers arrived we were SO not ready; we busted our butts from 8am to 11pm and did not get CLOSE to finished. That was on Dec 10th and that was when endless exhaustion began.
The next day was moving day, and the movers (Two Guys & a Truck) did an awesome job. They were friendly, professional and efficient and didn’t break a single thing. No complaints at all.
But after they were gone we looked around and it dawned on us how much stuff we still had to go. From the 11th to the 20th we went back and forth as often as we could (her more than me because I did have to work) but it just didn’t even feel like we were making a dent in the pile, and we were just miserable. It’s 2 hours between places so it was get up, drive 2 hours up to the old place, spend a couple hours packing and loading, drive 2 hours back, spend an hour unloading, then get up the next day and do it again.
Last Saturday I hit 12,000 steps on the old Fitbit (typically I do like 3,000) and I was so tired and out-of-breath that the edges of my vision were going dark, and we STILL had so much more to do, and time was running out.
We gave up. We knew it would be expensive but we called the moving company AGAIN to ask them to come back and help us pack up the rest of the stuff and cart it to the new apartment. I didn’t care what it cost (thankfully, since it cost a lot) but I just knew that we were pushing our luck and one of us was either going to get hurt carrying stuff, or fall asleep on the drive there or back and have an accident.
The good news is they’re coming again on the 26th of December and then we’ll have EVERYTHING out. Then we have about 2 weeks to get it clean and ready to turn in the keys. The estimate for this second trip is a whopping $2,500 (which was the same as the first trip) which is a HUGE expensive, but just to show you how defeated and demoralized I was, I’m HAPPY to pay that money. I was in such a dark place I started fantasizing about just driving off into the sunset and never looking back.
Also, I am fully aware that all this pain is self-inflicted. I severely underestimated how much time it takes to pack, and how old and out of shape I am in. Five or six trips up and down the stairs carrying boxes is about my comfort limit and every trip past that is misery. And the amount we were spending on gas was stupid, too. About $40 for my truck and maybe $30 for her car.
I did consider renting a big truck but I just didn’t have the physical bandwidth to load one. Every trip, by the time my truck and her car were both loaded, I was DONE and the idea of single-handedly loading a moving truck was just not feasible. With planning we maybe could’ve done it with one of those PODS moving systems but we’re up against a time limit now.
Money is going to be tight for a while, that’s for sure. I’d hoped to buy a nice new computer desk, our TV needs replacing (the display got damaged, not during the move), and we wanted to get a new couch but that’s all on hold for a while.
But all is not doom and gloom. The new apartment is WONDERFUL compared to our old place. I have my own office and Purple has her own as well. The area we’re in reminds both of us of where we grew up (I grew up in NY, she in Mississippi, but despite that we grew up in very similar areas). There are TONS of houses lit up with Christmas decorations and such. A mix of nice and not-as-nice houses that feel, I dunno, organic? And the not-so-nice places remind me of, frankly, the houses my extended family lived in back home. Old cars being worked on in the yard, out-buildings with junk. Maybe an old boat. Sounds weird but this all feels very comfortable to me.
In one direction things feel very small-townish, and a little distance in the other direction are strip-malls filled with big name chains and stuff. And then not much farther is Wilmington, NC. Not that I’ve explored much, but I’m looking forward to doing so.
Anyway, moving lessons learned (we’d been in the old place for 13 years so were definitely out of moving practice) and a huge wad of cash gone, but I’ve been feeling SO much better now that I know the professionals are going to have our backs.
Purple is going back up on Christmas to have dinner with some friends so I’ll be alone for Christmas, but that also means she’ll be there for the movers when they arrive Friday morning (I have to work Friday so had to skip the Christmas gathering). We didn’t bother with presents or anything; the move is our present to each other. And I guess I’ll spend Christmas Day playing video games and eating a TV dinner or something.
Hope your holidays are more festive than mine, but it’ll all be worth it once we’re past this process.






