Next day the last part of the move. We were both tired, achy, and a little bit moody. My friend had been quiet all morning and during breakfast. We briefly talked. To be honest I was preoccupied by the big pieces of furniture that was to be moved. We were expecting my friend’s male friend to help us. That help would make a big difference in how this last leg of the move goes.
After breakfast we drove the Uhaul truck to the old apartment. Old since I slept in my new apartment last night. We arrived at the place. It looked forlorn. I’m glad I’m moving. I have never liked this place and even though moving is difficult, in the end I know it will be for the best.
We walked in and saw all the stuff that still needed to be gathered and placed in the truck. The last being the large pieces in which my friend’s friend will help. I immediately started in the kitchen gathering all the last minute things. I heard my friend talking and realized he was on his cell. Apparently he was talking to his friend. Oh Good soon this will be all over.
My friend said he was going to meet his friend at the bus stop and bring him back. “Okay” I said. Then I had a premonition. “Are you coming back?” I asked.
“Oh yeah,” My friend said as he walk out.
I kept busy cleaning and getting all the stuff into a corner. Then I started to load some of the stuff in the truck, what I could at least. My body was so sore. I called my friend and left a message. It had been more than an hour. I was getting worried.
Another hour later my friend called and said he would be there shortly, they were on their way. “Thank you.” I told him and hung up. I continued to load what I could. More than an hour later I realized the truth. My friend wasn’t coming back. Something must have happened with his friend. My friend got scared and decided he had enough. This was very scary for me to realize.
Once I faced the truth, I tried not to hate my friend. At that point I was glad that the bulk of my stuff was in my new place. The truck was due back in a few hours, and I was really worried. Just to be sure I called Uhaul and told them what happened, they gave me a few hours more and wouldn’t charge me. Once again I prayed for strength.
I loaded up what I could, physically, and let me tell you it was heart breaking to leave a lot of my stuff in that old apartment. My hands were tied, not having the help I needed. I was still was looking at taking what I did haul in the truck to my new place and up those wonderful 20 steps.
Then I had to return the Uhaul truck and walk home. Not fun prospects. I started back to the new place and parked out in front…
Until next time.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Moving Part 2
The saying goes “You know who your friends are when you have to move.” This was the case when it came to my move day. Everything was all set to go. One of the friends had another friend with a truck that was going to help. I just had to pay the gas.
The night before the move, I get a text. “Sorry can’t help you move.”
WHAT! I called my girlfriend in a panic. She didn’t answer, so I left a voice message. Then I got to thinking maybe I should text her since she text me. I got another text back stating “I’m throwing up blood.”
I text back, “What about friend with truck?” No response.
I didn’t know what to think. I went to bed that night with a heavy heart. I prayed all would be well. The next day, at the appointed hour, NO one showed up. Not one person who said they would help called or anything. I was left with no help and a ton of stuff to move. Even thought I got rid of a lot there was still enough.
Knowing full well I was in deep poop I devised a half crazed plan. I called the local Uhaul truck company and managed to rent a truck for 24 hours. *Wiping forehead* I just had to pick it up, then see if I can find a few homeless guys that wanted to earn some money. They hang out at local churches sometimes. Maybe a few will be there, I hope.
I walked to the bus stop and what a long walk it was. I sat down and I couldn’t help it, started crying my eyes out. I haven’t cried that hard in a while. The person waiting at the stop asked what was the matter. I couldn’t stop crying. Then I heard my name. I looked up and one of the guys who was going to help but didn’t show up, was standing there, at the bus stop. When I explained what happened, between wet eyes and sniffles, he agreed to help me move.
We took the bus together and picked up the Uhaul truck then proceeded to my apartment and packed up what we could. You should have seen all those boxes stacked up among other things. Some of the furniture was to be given to the guys and gal who help me move, that was part of the bargain. Now the furniture was thrown away. What else could I do? I certainly couldn’t take it with me. My new apartment was too small. What a waste, perfectly good furniture someone could have used.
Still some of the pieces were going but they were too big and one man couldn’t move it by himself. He needed help so he made some calls and finally located someone who agreed, his friend was going to meet up with us the next day.
After hours of lifting and going up and down 20 steps, we finally unloaded all the stuff. My back and legs were mush. My friend seemed fine. (I hate that) He just shrugged and smiled. " I do this kind of work everyday." he said.
Anyway my friend stayed with me in the new apartment. It seemed harsh to make him take the bus home then come back the next day. I had big pillows he laid on the floor and I had my new twin bed.
It's always hard to sleep in a new place. We both got SOME sleep but he even complained the next morning. By the way he was a complete gentleman. Not only that, he paid for breakfast the next day.
Now to just get the rest of the stuff. Man we really need this other person that's coming.
Until Next Time.
The night before the move, I get a text. “Sorry can’t help you move.”
WHAT! I called my girlfriend in a panic. She didn’t answer, so I left a voice message. Then I got to thinking maybe I should text her since she text me. I got another text back stating “I’m throwing up blood.”
I text back, “What about friend with truck?” No response.
I didn’t know what to think. I went to bed that night with a heavy heart. I prayed all would be well. The next day, at the appointed hour, NO one showed up. Not one person who said they would help called or anything. I was left with no help and a ton of stuff to move. Even thought I got rid of a lot there was still enough.
Knowing full well I was in deep poop I devised a half crazed plan. I called the local Uhaul truck company and managed to rent a truck for 24 hours. *Wiping forehead* I just had to pick it up, then see if I can find a few homeless guys that wanted to earn some money. They hang out at local churches sometimes. Maybe a few will be there, I hope.
I walked to the bus stop and what a long walk it was. I sat down and I couldn’t help it, started crying my eyes out. I haven’t cried that hard in a while. The person waiting at the stop asked what was the matter. I couldn’t stop crying. Then I heard my name. I looked up and one of the guys who was going to help but didn’t show up, was standing there, at the bus stop. When I explained what happened, between wet eyes and sniffles, he agreed to help me move.
We took the bus together and picked up the Uhaul truck then proceeded to my apartment and packed up what we could. You should have seen all those boxes stacked up among other things. Some of the furniture was to be given to the guys and gal who help me move, that was part of the bargain. Now the furniture was thrown away. What else could I do? I certainly couldn’t take it with me. My new apartment was too small. What a waste, perfectly good furniture someone could have used.
Still some of the pieces were going but they were too big and one man couldn’t move it by himself. He needed help so he made some calls and finally located someone who agreed, his friend was going to meet up with us the next day.
After hours of lifting and going up and down 20 steps, we finally unloaded all the stuff. My back and legs were mush. My friend seemed fine. (I hate that) He just shrugged and smiled. " I do this kind of work everyday." he said.
Anyway my friend stayed with me in the new apartment. It seemed harsh to make him take the bus home then come back the next day. I had big pillows he laid on the floor and I had my new twin bed.
It's always hard to sleep in a new place. We both got SOME sleep but he even complained the next morning. By the way he was a complete gentleman. Not only that, he paid for breakfast the next day.
Now to just get the rest of the stuff. Man we really need this other person that's coming.
Until Next Time.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Moving part 1
One of the things I had been thinking about doing was simplifying my life. My children are gone and I’m older. I don’t really need the burden of having all that stuff. Things have to be maintained. One way to simplify is to downsize.
Now when it comes to simplifying, one of the things I had and didn’t want to get rid of was my car. It broke down and the cost to have it fixed was beyond my means at the time. I was faced with the daunting task of public transportation. How was I going to get groceries, do my errands. It was heart breaking. I figured it out but it wasn’t easy.
So back to the moving:
As everyone knows, one of the hardest things is packing all the stuff you’ve accumulated over the years. At no other time do we have a glimpse of how much useless stuff we have until we have to pack it up in neat boxes.
The Simplifying thing:
Looking around, what to do first? I currently have a 2 bedroom apartment. I was going to move into a very small 1 bedroom apartment. I mean one room holds the living room and kitchen. There is a small bathroom on one side and a really small bedroom on the other side, about half the size of my current bedroom. So what to do? You do the obvious, decide what to keep and what to throw away.
I walked into each room and began to decide what to get rid of. Some of it was easy. My life took different turns and some things I meant to do didn’t happen, so those got tossed right away. After that I had to take stock of what I really needed and used. Some things I had were really old such as makeup and toiletries those were tossed over the shoulders.
As I was packing boxes, even more was tossed. Then something occurred to me. A lot of the stuff I had was given to me by close friends, family members, during special dark times in my life. Lots of that stuff was tossed over that shoulder. Man I was throwing away a lot.
Then I realized there was a lot of stuff I hadn’t used in a lonnnnng time. Why am I keeping it? I easily filled up the big huge trashcan that the city provides. My normal trash is one small bag every two weeks. Each week I had them filled to capacity. Each week that I unloaded a portion of my old life, I felt lighter, uplifted, it was very liberating. I also started to give things away, that was fun.
Next thing, what to do about most of my furniture…
Until next time.
Now when it comes to simplifying, one of the things I had and didn’t want to get rid of was my car. It broke down and the cost to have it fixed was beyond my means at the time. I was faced with the daunting task of public transportation. How was I going to get groceries, do my errands. It was heart breaking. I figured it out but it wasn’t easy.
So back to the moving:
As everyone knows, one of the hardest things is packing all the stuff you’ve accumulated over the years. At no other time do we have a glimpse of how much useless stuff we have until we have to pack it up in neat boxes.
The Simplifying thing:
Looking around, what to do first? I currently have a 2 bedroom apartment. I was going to move into a very small 1 bedroom apartment. I mean one room holds the living room and kitchen. There is a small bathroom on one side and a really small bedroom on the other side, about half the size of my current bedroom. So what to do? You do the obvious, decide what to keep and what to throw away.
I walked into each room and began to decide what to get rid of. Some of it was easy. My life took different turns and some things I meant to do didn’t happen, so those got tossed right away. After that I had to take stock of what I really needed and used. Some things I had were really old such as makeup and toiletries those were tossed over the shoulders.
As I was packing boxes, even more was tossed. Then something occurred to me. A lot of the stuff I had was given to me by close friends, family members, during special dark times in my life. Lots of that stuff was tossed over that shoulder. Man I was throwing away a lot.
Then I realized there was a lot of stuff I hadn’t used in a lonnnnng time. Why am I keeping it? I easily filled up the big huge trashcan that the city provides. My normal trash is one small bag every two weeks. Each week I had them filled to capacity. Each week that I unloaded a portion of my old life, I felt lighter, uplifted, it was very liberating. I also started to give things away, that was fun.
Next thing, what to do about most of my furniture…
Until next time.
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