I hate moving.
I hate moving.
Wait wait wait wait. I want to be sure you understand me. I... hate... moving. Always have, always will. But it's days like these that make me hate it passionately.
It's Full Contact Unpacking and Loading!
C and I will have moved this pile of junk four freakin' times by the time it's all in the house! We counted it: first we moved out of C's apartment to Hayward, then we moved out of Hayward into the moving containers, then we moved everything out of the moving containers in Billings, Montana and into the Ryder truck. Tomorrow, after driving it from Miles City, MT, where we're spending the night, we drive the final 6 hours and move it all into the house. Whew!
And of course no moving experience can be truly miserable without temperatures hitting triple digits while you are wrestling with 75lb. boxes full of art books and software manuals. As you can see from the above photo, there was no shade. We were humping exercise equipment, mattresses, shelving units, tables and office chairs in direct sunlight, my friend! As you can imagine, we drank four bottled waters each without having to pee the whole afternoon.
Not only that, but we were pressed for time too. The moving company wasn't open on weekends, so we had to be sure we got everything unloaded and loaded up before they closed. So as much as we wanted to not over exert ourselves in the punishing heat, we had to get our butts out of there fast!
C tries to get a hold of any of the family to mercifully fly up and give us a hand packing.
What made the whole day even more ridiculous was a brief, albeit refreshing, drizzle. That's right, in the middle of the 100-degree afternoon, a cloud came over and RAINED on us and all of our stuff. It lasted only a moment (just long enough to get everything wet) and after the cloud moved along and the sun went back to baking all of our belongings, there was no evidence of the rainfall at all. Personally, I think it was Montana's good-natured way of hazing the witless Saskatchewan-bound Californians. Oh those wily Montanians.
Next time, two words: YARD SALE.
After over 5-1/2 hours of unloading and loading in the freak Montana weather, we got everything in the Ryder truck and were finished. Oh sweet mercy. By the time we locked everything down and pulled away, we were both feeling a touch of exhaustion and heat stroke.
We topped this wonderful day off by having the worst Mexican food either of us had every had at a Chevy's-like restaurant called Dos Nachos or something. We were both starving and it was the very first restaurant we came upon after leaving the shipping terminal. I understand we're a thousand miles from the Mexican border, but jeez people, you've gotta season your chicken enchiladas with a little salt and pepper at least! Ay dios mio!
The only thing left now was the two hour drive back to our hotel room in Miles City. Doh!
We ask for all of your prayers that the Canadian border guards don't make us unload everything to search our stuff tomorrow.
Until next time... I hate moving.
R-
Wait wait wait wait. I want to be sure you understand me. I... hate... moving. Always have, always will. But it's days like these that make me hate it passionately.
It's Full Contact Unpacking and Loading!C and I will have moved this pile of junk four freakin' times by the time it's all in the house! We counted it: first we moved out of C's apartment to Hayward, then we moved out of Hayward into the moving containers, then we moved everything out of the moving containers in Billings, Montana and into the Ryder truck. Tomorrow, after driving it from Miles City, MT, where we're spending the night, we drive the final 6 hours and move it all into the house. Whew!
And of course no moving experience can be truly miserable without temperatures hitting triple digits while you are wrestling with 75lb. boxes full of art books and software manuals. As you can see from the above photo, there was no shade. We were humping exercise equipment, mattresses, shelving units, tables and office chairs in direct sunlight, my friend! As you can imagine, we drank four bottled waters each without having to pee the whole afternoon.
Not only that, but we were pressed for time too. The moving company wasn't open on weekends, so we had to be sure we got everything unloaded and loaded up before they closed. So as much as we wanted to not over exert ourselves in the punishing heat, we had to get our butts out of there fast!
C tries to get a hold of any of the family to mercifully fly up and give us a hand packing.What made the whole day even more ridiculous was a brief, albeit refreshing, drizzle. That's right, in the middle of the 100-degree afternoon, a cloud came over and RAINED on us and all of our stuff. It lasted only a moment (just long enough to get everything wet) and after the cloud moved along and the sun went back to baking all of our belongings, there was no evidence of the rainfall at all. Personally, I think it was Montana's good-natured way of hazing the witless Saskatchewan-bound Californians. Oh those wily Montanians.
Next time, two words: YARD SALE.After over 5-1/2 hours of unloading and loading in the freak Montana weather, we got everything in the Ryder truck and were finished. Oh sweet mercy. By the time we locked everything down and pulled away, we were both feeling a touch of exhaustion and heat stroke.
We topped this wonderful day off by having the worst Mexican food either of us had every had at a Chevy's-like restaurant called Dos Nachos or something. We were both starving and it was the very first restaurant we came upon after leaving the shipping terminal. I understand we're a thousand miles from the Mexican border, but jeez people, you've gotta season your chicken enchiladas with a little salt and pepper at least! Ay dios mio!
The only thing left now was the two hour drive back to our hotel room in Miles City. Doh!
We ask for all of your prayers that the Canadian border guards don't make us unload everything to search our stuff tomorrow.
Until next time... I hate moving.
R-
posted by Raul at 12:39 AM
2 Comments:
Oooooh my God!!! After helping you load the containers up, I had nightmares thinking about when you pick up your stuff up there. All I thought of was the long driving and the unloading and repacking into the truck to fit. I totally did not factor in the temp and the time, it's beyond NIGHTMARE!!!. (resperate... Min) I'm surprise no bonfires got started. Heh! Heh!
Ouch! I hope the rest of the move is not as bad, and I hope you both aren't hurting too much after all that lifting and carrying.
Be sure to treat yourselves to something nice once it's all over and done with! Perhaps a pork chop sandwich and a body massage would do the trick.
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