So that was every bit as horrendous as expected. I don’t think it matters how well you plan, in the end all moves are cursed. I packed, I balanced, I staged for ease of loading. I lifted and stacking every tub at least 3 times before the day ever arrived. A 15′ truck, two guys for four hours, and a reserved elevator – for a one-bedrom apartment, it should have been overkill. They can put that on my tombstone.
Car #2 died, so instead of a dedicated elevator, we got to fight the whole building for the remaining one. The movers wasted untold time waiting for it to be empty before they got their shit together. They managed the load and half the unload before we were out of time, and I only mved 15 minutes away. (To say nothing of my having engaged them until 1430 and their boss scheduling another job at 1300.) Took the truck back for a second trip and before we could finish loading, some asshole pulled the fire alarm and shut down the remaining elevator. Unpleasant AF. Pretty sure I’m going to block out Thursday, as I did the relocation from Sac. Some memories you just don’t need.
Managed to get everything built and unpacked before we did car loads on Sunday. Reusing the tubs helped a lot and CJ returned them without me, bless his soul. Probably one or two trips left – rugs, artwork, and trash cans, which is becoming inconvenient. I didn’t appreciate how much stability a rug brings until the wheels hit the fake hardwood.
Logged back into work yesterday, somewhat distracted by the cable guy and the handyman. Coaxial wall jack rewired, dryer vent cleaned, tv mounted on the masonry, curtain rod relocated and curtains hung. It’s good to be home. The gap-toothed blinds were seriously annoying. Portable AC unit churns it’s little black heart out and all my tools are finally at hand. Pushed through on the common spaces and my bedroom – finally time to address the rabbit-hole of no return, before it gets any more overwhelming.
Bifold doors waste floor space with their opening footprint. Pulled them and hauled them down to the shed with the suitcases and spare shelves from the linen closet. I was expecting cheap metal but they’re solid wood and annoyingly tall to maneuver down the stairs. Fabric storage and plastic tubs arrived from Amazon; let’s see if Sherman and I can corral the rest of the chaos some.
I’m so freaking tired. I still need to hang the art and the paint racks, but that should be the last of it for now. I imagine things will get reworked a half dozen times in the coming months, but I’m done enough to paint something this week. Thank fuck.
