7QT - The "Moving Tomorrow" Edition

Yeah. Tomorrow.

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So we were on vacation last week. Saturday-Tuesday we were in Illinois, visiting my family, and Wednesday-Sunday we...well, apartment-hunted, went to Maine for an afternoon, signed a lease, and created a baby registry. So totally relaxing, right?

Anyway, the "look at apartment, sign lease, move a week later" is why I haven't been posting. We've been packing madly and my lunch hours have been spent transferring silly, unnecessary services like electricity and Internet.

Since moving is pretty much the only thing I can think about right now, here are seven quick takes on what happens when you move seven days after signing a piece of paper saying you can have a place.

We totally look like this.

1. It's a good thing we have friends who are willing to help. 

Because otherwise this would literally be impossible. I think my doctor would freak out if I was moving couches and the bed and dressers and a kitchen hutch. 

2. This undertaking is not for the faint of heart. 

We did not decide that we were going to be moving tomorrow until...Monday or Tuesday. Of this week. This means that nothing was packed, etc. No boxes. NOTHING ready to go as of Monday. 

3. Comcast is terrible. 

Everyone knows this, but I just thought I would mention it. It took me 45 minutes to get them to disconnect at our current apartment, and find out that we can hook it up at the new place once we move in. FORTY-FIVE MINUTES. It could have been ten. 

4. It's a good thing I work next to a warehouse.

About twenty feet away from my office is the shipping for the publishing house. I've been taking empty boxes all week, and yesterday was able to sweet-talk some of the sisters into bringing boxes straight to my office. 

5. Grocery stores are another great source for free moving boxes. 

I have never in my life paid for a box when I've moved. And I never intend to. Even if I don't live near the Daughters of St. Paul, grocery stores are always getting rid of boxes. Banana boxes are really great for extended storage. My parents always put the Christmas decorations in them. They're sized well for anything (except books) to have a decent amount, yet still be easy to lift. (Mostly.)

6. Not moving Labor Day weekend is great. 

Partially because we can get friends to help — last year when I moved that weekend, literally all of my friends were out of town and couldn't help. And it made it much easier to get a truck — last year when I attempted to reserve a truck online a MONTH before, all of the trucks were already taken. At every U-Haul nearby. 

Maybe we'll get one with a dinosaur.

7. My husband is wonderful. 

He's had to do 95% of the packing by himself. I can't lift anything much heavier than a stack of board games, but he's moved all of our books, boxed up most of the stuff, and continues to do so without complaining. Meanwhile, I go to work (teacher = off for the summer), come home, eat dinner, can help with about three things, and then have to go to bed so I can actually go to work the next day. 

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