Well, you may be curious…how did the move go?
Here is a summary of the roller coaster that was Monday…
1) Stay up until 2 a.m. because I can’t sleep. Paint my nails 3 times before remembering I was going to be moving…remove nail polish. Finally fall asleep.
2) Wake up at 7 a.m. and take the dogs for a walk.
3) Meet the Realtor at 9a.m. to do our final walk through. Nothing has drastically changed. All I can think is, “wow, this is a lot dirtier than I remember” Get a call from the mortgage broker, we can close at 10:15. Hurray!
4) Go to the bank and get a certified check. Proceed to Mortgage Broker’s office…stop at Starbucks to purchase a classy “closing beverage”
5) Sign papers, hand over our check. Leave. Realize no one gave us keys, go back in and get keys. Leave.
6) Pick up the dogs, go to our house. Dogs proceed to have a complete spaz attack, for your viewing pleasure, available here on YouTube
7) Unload our moving van in record time. It was just the 2 of us and it took us 90 minutes to unload.
We placed it all in the garage.
8) Complete our first fixes to the new house. Remove 3 shelves, a door, and of course, change the locks (Chisels are essential to change the locks. Located them buried in a pile of stuff in the garage)
9) Leave to return the moving truck that we left sitting in our driveway with the keys in the ignition (we think?). Discover keys are missing. Commence a 3 hour search through the grass, house, and every single box we just unloaded into the garage. Can’t find keys.
10) Drive to Uhual to pick up a spare key. Try it. Spare Key doesn’t work.
11) Call Uhual for an alternate spare key…none exists. Commence another search…fail.
12) Decide to take a break and grab dinner. Can’t find house and car keys. Launch a new key search. Succeed.
13) Eat Taco Bell. I love crunchwraps.
14) Drive to old apartment, pack up work clothes and odds and ends still left.
15) Drive back to new house. Start cleaning cabinets and ripping out contact paper. Think about missing moving truck keys. Decide to look again. Still can’t find them. Check ignition just in case someone took them by accident and returned them. They didn’t.
16) Decide to take a shower. Can’t find shower curtain, just the rod. Shower without the curtain and then wipe the floor with paper towels. The floor was dirty, so turns out, this was a multi-tasking event.
17) Go to bed exhausted.
18) Wake up at 3:00 a.m. Tuesday unable to breathe on account of the dust. Launch a search party for allergy medicine. (The house has been vacant since September, and it’s questionable when the last time was it was really cleaned. Also, I’m horribly allergic to dust)
19) At 3:30 a.m. decide to just get up and start cleaning the dust.
20) Set up shelves in the basement, smack thumb with hammer. Bleeds. No bandaids. Shake it off.
21) Vacuum and dust every available first floor surface of the house before work.
22) Steve stays home from work to call a locksmith to deal with the UHaul. Commence a search to find some sort of shoe that I can wear to work. Find shoes in a laundry basket, they don’t really go with my outfit, but hey, it is a matching pair.
23) Leave for work.
Luckily, things have smoothed out since Monday, but man, that was a rough first day!