Lemme tell you why, though I’m not sure I know, really.
We actually got to pick up the truck a day early, which helped us not go crazy on truck-packing day. The nice man at the U-Haul also gave us an extra 150 allowed miles, for which I was grateful, because I knew we would be going over our allotted mileage due to our diversion through Texas. That was Monday. We picked it up late in the afternoon and parked it in front of the house. This tipped off the neighbors that we were moving. We weren’t trying to hide it, but we’d been so busy that we just hadn’t been able to get around and tell the two neighbors we know (well, we know four, but the third had been out of town for a while and was still out of town, and the fourth is a snowbird and wasn’t yet in town) that we had decided to just go ahead and move.
So then Tuesday, the day the movers were coming, I made sure that all the boxes and bins in the house that were packed were stacked nicely in the den, and Frank broke down our bed (the other one was already broken down). We still had a long way to go to leave the house, but it just looked like we were so close. Close to insanity maybe. Close to leaving? Not so much.
Ok, the movers arrived and said that my packing and organization were the best they’d ever seen, so we would be easy. I told them to wait until they saw the storage rooms (of which I am so proud that I wish I’d taken pictures). So while they loaded the truck, I continued packing and Frank did other things like make sure our house here was all lined up, make sure everything was in order for the drive, talk to our realtor, run errands, all that. In the days leading up (and maybe even the day the movers arrived), I had also baked two trays of brownies and three loaves of bread, figuring I would bake the last loaf of bread at my mom’s house that weekend. I still hadn’t gone through any of our clothes to decide what went in suitcases and what went in spacebags. Frank packed the shoes in the gun safe (they are still sitting in the safe now!) with the shotgun and all but three of our handguns (two for me, one for Frank for the road trip). We actually almost forgot to have them load the safe onto the truck, because it was in a closet, and I couldn’t see it when I walked through the room, so of course I didn’t think of it until later.
The movers were appalled that we had only six moving blankets. Hey, I’ve never even used them before, so I didn’t know how many you needed. He said that he always tells his wife, who sets the appointments, to make sure everyone has two to three dozen blankets for this purpose. She didn’t tell me, but I suppose I should have researched it myself and asked y’all. Y’all would have known.
Anyway, we got to the storage rooms, and I immediately hit part of the storage facility’s gate with the giant truck, because I forgot to make a wide turn. Don’t worry, I was only going about five miles per hour, and I didn’t hit the actual gate, just the other end that the gate closes with, whatever that thing is. The truck was fine, and we’ll get to the gate thing later. Oh, also? I never again forgot to make a wide turn.
So we started at the storage rooms, and Frank was going to get more blankets, but they were so close to finished that we figured he wouldn’t get back from his hour-long round trip until they were done. Oh well, it’s only stuff. So Frank came to the storage facility and didn’t hear me when I mentioned that I had hit the gate. They loaded the storage room of boxes onto the truck first. Before they were even finished with those, I knew: there would not be enough room for all of our stuff. Frank and I went right to the storage room of furniture and started picking out what we wanted to keep and what we would have to leave.
The first words out of my mouth were, “We don’t need the cedar chest. The only reason I kept it was because it’s nice on the inside and could be repainted on the outside.” Frank was surprised until I told him that the X had given it to me for Christmas one year, so REALLY. I have no attachments to this thing. But I did feel bad about throwing it out, because I figured someone could use it, so we had the movers pack it on the truck so we could try to give it away. The first casualty of our move was our little black TV stand, which we had used as a stand for our electronics and a DVD holder. No biggie. Also, the two-drawer file cabinet was right out. The futon also had to go; this was the only piece of furniture that gave me a twinge, because I had sentimental attachments to it — Scott & Candace had given it to me. Of course, Scott has asked a number of times why I still have “that thing,” so I don’t think he’ll be offended. The mattress died in Amarillo anyway, because it was in the room with the swamp cooler, so it was just the frame. We were also fine with getting rid of the coffee and end tables. We need new ones as it is, and I don’t hate them, but I’m not in love with them either. The movers also put those on the truck so we could give them away. We had worries about the 31-inch TV and the 19-inch TV, too, but those got packed into the truck. The hanging punching bag made it onto the truck, but I had a feeling that would be departing us soon.
We tossed the TV stand and the file cabinet in the dumpster at the storage place. The futon, which was pretty beat up, was too big for the dumpster, however, so we had to stick that back in the storage room until Frank could come back with tools and take it apart completely.
I looked in the back of the truck before they closed the doors, and I knew that we had room for about ten more boxes. Well, roughly estimating, I figured we still had twenty boxes of unpacked things at home, PLUS the clothes. And that’s about the time I realized that we had a potential mess on our hands and were absolutely not getting out of town Wednesday morning. But we could surely make it out by afternoon. Right?
At some point during the storage run, I had to pee really badly. Perfect opportunity to check out the gate and tell the owner I had hit it. I peed first, because I knew it might take awhile (the gate thing, not the peeing), and then I told the manager that oh, by the way, I hit part of the gate when I came in. His eyes went huge, and we went outside to check it out together. It was bent out of place. Lurvely! To my great relief, he was able to bend it back into place, and the gate still closed easily, so no harm done, I apologized profusely, and he told me it was fine and not to worry about it.
After storage, we went home and continued packing. And packing. I didn’t even get to the sorting of the clothes that day. We finally gave up around 11 and went to sleep. Still thinking it was possible to get out of town by 1 Wednesday but also knowing that was most likely not going to happen. We slept on the floor, and I had a really hard time getting to sleep. Too much to do, too little cushion for my thighs. Eventually I did count sheep. I’m pretty sure one of them even kicked me in the head.