No one likes moving. And if you do, you should probably be working for a moving company, because that’s rare. I especially hate moving, and yet I have had to move over four times within the past 12 months. Some instances were because I had to, some because I wanted to, but either way….it wasn’t fun. Now, as the end of July approaches, I find myself having to move again. I seriously think that Uhaul trucks should give me a rental punch card, or I should just buy a truck. The next move will be my tenth time moving, and mind you, the first time I moved was only 4 years ago.
When I think back on all my moving, I can’t help but remember my worst time. It was about a year ago, when I was moving out of an apartment, by myself. Everyone I tried to recruit to help “wasn’t available”, and I couldn’t convince my mother to come down and help. So, instead of calling a moving company to help, I decided to suck it up, and rent a Uhaul truck and move everything out myself. It was one of the hotter days in San Luis Obispo, about 95 degrees (I know, that may not seem scorching to some of you, but it is hotter than hot in SLO), and I had regretfully just done spin that morning (making me extremely tired). All my things were upstairs (with a crooked stairway), so the mattress was quite a hassle. I began with my desk dragging it along the sidewalk….then my boxes, at first carrying each, they eventually kicking them along. And while all this was happening, my Uhaul was blocking the entire parking lot entrance, because the parking lot was designed by someone who had obviously never moved. So, I continued carrying out my clothes, kitchen things, and so on, all while residents honked at my for blocking the way (and just watched as I carried everything one by one by myself). Then came the bed. It took me a half hour to get the mattress down the stairs, as I threw myself against the mattress trying to shove it through the crooked stairway. Once I got it out the door, I rolled it inch by inch into the truck and continued the same process with the box spring…which was much worse. It was miserable. After I had finished everything, a guy came out from his apartment and asked if I needed help…..I’m sure you can imagine my expression. I then grumpily climbed in to the truck, and drove the Uhaul to my storage unit (as everything flew back and forth and the back while I drove), and continued to unload everything into my storage unit.
After the day from hell, I drove straight to Trader Joe’s, picked up 5 bottles of wine, and drove straight to the bare apartment. For the rest of the night, I sat on the floor, 3 bottles of wine uncorked next to me, watching episode after episode of True Blood.
After that experience, I have came to the conclusion the only way to deal with moving is to “wine” about it. This time, I am fully prepared for my move (stocked up on wine of course).. and plan on getting someone else to drive, so that the wine can be consumed during the move, not just after. Hopefully, with the help of wine, this move will go much smoother:)