I freakin’ love moving.
That is a lie.
But yet, here it is… a necessity… just 8 months after I moved the last time. No, there’s no trouble in paradise. Quite the opposite- we’re renting out the mister’s condo as we prep ourselves for the amazing adventure of house hunting. So now we’re living in “transition”, as we like to call it.
There have already been a few “oopsies” involved.
Such as when we were transferring stuff to the storage facility. The one box marked “ALL GLASS- handle with extreme care like your life depends on it” took a tumble. A big one.
Glass half full?
Sorry. I’m extremely sleep deprived.
Anyway… the mister’s Mickey Mouse mug was not so lucky. RIP Mickey.
We also are aware the microwave took a fall in the trailer en route. We are unsure if this affected workability. Should be a fun surprise later on.
Also, we had issues with U-Haul. Again. They like to really mess with my reservation. A fun game we play. So much of a fun game that when I moved last fall, my trailer wasn’t even there to be picked up and my reservation was cancelled without me being informed! So fun! This time, they just changed my reservation so my pickup/drop-off location was an hour away. We came to a compromise with the same pick-up spot and a different (closer) drop-off. They lost that reservation, too. No biggie… totally cool…
U-Haul now has a
note warning on my account. I’ve been labeled as “disgruntled and somewhat unhappy with service provided”. Fact. They also said maybe we should consider moving in the middle of the week because it’s less busy. I personally thought that’s why I made a reservation in the first place, but um, ok.
It’s so exciting to think that we’re going to purchase a place and do this ALL OVER AGAIN OMG!!!!!
I love growing up.
In other news, we are very lucky for the willingness of friends to help us during the moving process and the willingness of his parents to take us in as squatters for the time being. As one who immigrated to Chicago on my own and knowing only a few people at the time, it’s a wonderful feeling to have such a large support network. So blessed.
The glass is full, indeed.
This post got sentimental fast. Gross. Let’s keep moving along, shall we?
In half marathon news, since the boy did most of the heavy lifting with his friend, I was free of aches and pains Sunday morning and was able to knock out a solid 6-mile run. So now I’m only a mile or two behind in training. Talk about working under pressure, eh?
Happy Monday. I’ll leave you with this:
The creepy towel holder my boyfriend picked up at a flea market at some point before I
took over the apartment moved in. I was hoping he would forget about it. Nope. Caught it right before we finished cleaning. Apparently it will be joining us in any spot we reside. I suppose this is where that whole “love unconditionally” thing comes into play.
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