This move will go down in history. I will start by explaining The Terrible: moving with a 34 week pregnant wife in the middle of tax busy season and a husband in the worst block of med school according to the professors and older students. If all those don’t say “it’s a great time to move,” then we sure don’t know what does. We have been planning to move from about week 2 in our original house, so when the house that our friends from church (the husband is a 3rd year VCOM student) came available, we jumped on it. It is an area we were trying to move to from the beginning, is an amazing house (we had been over several times), and is with our same property management company, so it seemed like a great idea. Plus, we could move before having a 2 month old—the age Lottie would be when our lease was up. Because everything in the South moves at its own pace as you are about to see, our property manager agreed to let us move with no fee to us at all.We arranged to get the new house on 2/14 and vacate the old on 2/23, thinking a 10-day overlap would be helpful given the circumstances I described above. Carrie was going to fly in on 2/14 to help me paint the nursery and move my kitchen. In comes The Horrible: SC got hit by a 3 day snow storm with Spartanburg getting 4 inches. After hours of trying to figure things out, Carrie and I realized there was no way for her to get here. Besides being horribly disappointed (I have seen her for 3 hours since November 2012), I was now on my own for the weekend since Chris had a 2 tests Monday and 1 Tuesday. I managed to paint the nursery and move the kitchen (and was completely safe doing it—I promise!). We spent every evening of the following week taking loads over to the new house. We moved about half the house. The rest we boxed up to be moved along with the furniture by movers I had hired for Saturday.
Friday afternoon ushered in The No Good: I received a call from Budget saying that the 24 ft truck I had booked a month ago was not going to be available, so would a 16 ft truck be ok? Not sure why I was asked if it was ok—if there was no 24 ft truck physically there for me to pick up, then I guess I have to take the 16 ft truck. Chris worked his magic and got us a decent discount, but we were still stuck with a truck half the size we needed.Saturday morning arrived—our sweet friend Ingrid showed up to help with last minute things and to allow Chris to head to the school to study while the movers did their thing. I had also arranged for our wonderful friend Megan to show up after the house was empty to clean. As 130pm arrives, so does The Very Bad: No movers show up. And hour pasts, nothing. I call and am assured they will be there in the next 30-60 minutes. Nothing. Now Megan shows up with her husband and 3 kids to help and to clean, except the house is a total chaos of boxes and disassembled furniture. I call again—another promise that they are 40 minutes away. Again, nothing. Now, my poor husband gets a call from his super stressed and hormonal pregnant wife, and he takes over the situation. After many calls and lots of sitting around doing nothing, the movers arrive at 7pm—5.5 hours late. We sent everyone home (Megan did all the cleaning she could—bless her heart) and asked the movers to get everything that Chris could not move himself, knowing that a second trip was most likely not in the cards. Sure enough, the movers finished unloading the first trip at 11pm. They managed to get everything except about 30 boxes and our bikes. They did a pretty good job actually. We felt bad for them since they don’t have anything to do with scheduling. All this meant that Sunday, we skipped church to finish moving, which Chris pretty much did by himself. We returned the truck 1.5 hours late (just let them try and charge us for that) and were completely out of the old place by 1pm—exhausted, achy, and grumpy.
Though we are still not recovered enough to appreciate all the humor in the situation (the house is in total disarray since we pretty much had the movers just put boxes anywhere being too exhausted to care), we have tried to focus on the positives—the weather was AMAZING, we did completely move out of our old house, and we did not pay full price for anything thanks to Chris’ firm but polite handling of everything. And even though our house looks like this
it still feels cozier and nicer than the Norwood place.