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exhausted...but happy So, everything has been moved out of my storage unit and into the apartment. Well, there is a mirror there...and maybe a picture. But otherwise, all is out. The next day of the move wasn't that bad. I was very sore and very tired, but it went a lot faster than I had anticipated. Artboy's brother came again, and then another of his friends came as well. We got everything up in 1.5 hours, which I was just amazed at. Artboy's brother was very thankful that I didn't have as many books to move as Artboy did. He said my boxes were very light--I let him know that was so my mom and I could move them down 2 flights of stairs. I was so concerned about the huge entertainment center, but it wasn't really that bad (although they wouldn't let me help, so maybe I'm fooling myself). I know it was heavy for them...but there was no problem getting it around the banister on the landing. Artboy's brother was on the stairs and lifted it by himself, and then Artboy and his friend were at the bottom of the stairs, lifting and pushing up. I was super impressed and very thankful. After we returned the truck, we took Artboy's brother and friend out for wings and beer at the place across the street from us. We had a nice time, and Artboy and I went home, took showers, and then took a nap. I couldn't sleep as long as he did, so I did some laundry and unpacked the dishes so they could be washed. After going through this move, it strikes me again just how well we really work together. We communicate with each other quite well, and with as tired as we were, not once did we snap at each other. When I helped my ex move all those times, I was always frustrated with him, and we were constantly snapping at each other. But there is none of that with Artboy. I feel very lucky. The move didn't start out too well, but it only lasted for about an hour. We were getting ready to eat on Friday when Penske called and told him that as of then, they didn't have a truck for us, but they were still looking. Artboy told the girl that he had a confirmed reservation, and that they sure as holy hell better have a truck for us tomorrow--that they'd taken our credit card number and said it was confirmed. She just said okay, and hung up. We're sitting there, trying to figure out what to do next. He heats up dinner, and I go look to see when U-Haul closes, and see we have a little over an hour to call around. We eat, and then he calls Penske again, and ends up talking to the same girl--who turns out to be a manager. He explains again that he was told it was confirmed...that they had our credit card number, and she looks and just says all she has is a quote. He insisted that he'd had a reservation, and she puts him on hold. He asks me to call the main number to see if there is a reservation with confirmation number (because of course, he didn't get one), so I call, and am just informed that because it's not a one way, she doesn't have that information and I'll have to contact the local office. About that time, Artboy comes in and tells me it's okay. They have our reservation and we have a truck. Artboy had called a couple places and gotten quotes...and the place that was calling was the place where'd he'd just gotten a quote. If she had told him which location she was at, she would have saved us the panic. But she didn't, and we freaked. When I heard his side of the conversation during the first call, all I could think was that I really wasn't supposed to move in with this guy. FIrst the movers cancel on me not once, but twice, and then we don't have a moving truck. I am not usually one to give much thought to those kinds of things, but man, I was really beginning to wonder. Phew! :) So, tonight, I'm going to dinner with a friend, and then I'll stop at my parent's house to watch Everwood (just in case our cable still isn't working). At some point, I'll stop at Target to pick up shelf liner, and then go home and start unloading dishes from the dish washer. I'd like to be able to get the kitchen done so we can start eating cooking in it. ;) Then it will be a challenge to figure out where all the crap goes. We have some challenges in the bathrooms--there are no drawers! Not sure where I'm going to put all my beauty products..and makeup...and all that. And there isn't really a linen closet. But we'll figure it out. |