This was the view the night before we actually moved everything. I was getting to a point where I would look at the boxes and only wanted to push them into the hallway. I felt as if my world had become entirely surrounded by brown cardboard.
It took me significantly longer to get this first post up than I thought it would. Mostly because I was either packing a box, carrying a box, cleaning the now empty apartment, or lying on the floor exhausted from doing those other things.
I was actually terrified of touching my iPhone for the most part, because I was covered in sweat, or moving grime, or rubber gloves with cleaning solution on them. But at long last I’m geting things updated.
But it has for the most part been completed. Special thanks to the mountain of people who showed up to help on Thursday:
- Sean
- Aalok
- Gareth
- Amber
- Jay
- Nate
- Shira
- Wes
Despite one rain delay, we managed to pack everything into the truck within about 1.75 hours. The rain delay only slowed us a bit. We continued moving stuff from the apartment into the basement of the building. From that moment forward I spent most of my time in the truck trying to manage the delegue of apartment materials that flowed into the back of the truck.
I wish I’d gotten a photo of the loaded truck. Between all of the people and an intense desire to have a beer prevented me from making and extra trip from the apartment to the back of the building to take said photo though. It was at this point that more beer was consumed but only a few snacks munched.
The cats are completely traumatized, though starting to feel better now that I’ve put the mattress down. We have one more night here at the apartment (and one last night) and Andrea’s mom arrives this afternoon, so a simple air mattress just wouldn’t cut it.
So now of course that the apartment is empty, instead of whining about having too many boxes around I can whine about not having anywhere to sit. An equally problematic situation. Kim, Mike, and the girls also stopped by to say hello and goodbye. Unfortunately they missed Andrea as she ran off to Frisbee-game (aka. “Ultimate” – She’s a hockey player, so she says if there isn’t any hitting, it can’t really be all that ultimate).
I have also been instructed that my blogging the event has been less than stellar, a critique which I will take to heart as I continue the journey. I hope only that I’ll have access to more hands than I did up until now. Tomorrow we drive.
