After even MORE packing, Eugene and I ventured out on our last day together until she returns from Paris. I can hardly type that without tearing up. I’ll have to make some jokes to cheer myself up. Surprise, surprise, we … Continue reading
My wee sister, Eugene, is shipping off to Paris for a semester abroad. In case you were wondering, I’ve just spent a weekend at a wedding with a bunch of Irish people and “wee” is now a part of my … Continue reading
This is Amarillo, my moving truck. The name just came to me and I think it suits him. This is his best angle.
My dad and I packed up Amarillo all day today and I am pooped. My back is broke. On the bright side, my biceps are now bulging. Kinda.
We started out filling up the truck with all of the boxes I had ready to go. Things were going swimmingly and it seemed like I was going to have a ton of room in the truck. My apartment is not a whole lot bigger than Amarillo so this was good news.
I finished packing up boxes and then we put in my colossal disassembled work desk.
Satisfied with our progress and how much room we had left, my dad and I went to lunch. I had to have one last fix of Mexican at one of our favorite lunch spots (more like one of my favorite lunch spots, but my dad is a good sport and went with it (for the second time in a week)).
When we got back, we decided we should go ahead and put all of the pieces of my bed in the truck. Moving a queen-size mattress without handles is like trying to move an enormous piece of Jell-o (as my dad put it) or trying to give my cat Scarlett a bath (the first comparison that came to mind for me). It just ain’t happenin’.
I would also like to note at this point in time that shrink wrap is not my friend.
After many nearly fatal moments, my dad and I wrestled the mattress into the truck. Although I did not enjoy moving my bed components, I did learn a new trick from my dad.
As he was tying up my mattress, headboard and box springs to secure them to the truck, he showed me a way to pull the rope really tight.
“This here is a hay-hauling knot.” -my dad
I had not seen this technique or heard of the abovementioned application before, even in all my time as a farm hand.
I hope you enjoyed that farming/physics lesson.
Somehow, I managed to fill Amarillo completely. I’m not really sure how that happened or where all of this stuff came from or how I am going to have any room to circulate in my apartment after I unload all of these things…
…or why I need all of this stuff.
…or how I am going to transport these things up two flights of stairs.
…or how to haul hay.
Wish me luck.
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I have a lot of stuff.
I don’t really know how I accumulated so much in the last few years of my adult life, but things seem to be coming out of the woodwork as I try to pack for my move.
Do you know what this is?
It’s a canner. As in food preservation. I purchased this a few years back with the intention of making my own jams and fruit preserves. Due to my status as a full-time student and working professional, that did not happen.
I have high hopes that this year I will take off the sticker, learn how to use this sucker and preserve some things.
For now, I plan to pack it full of kitchen utensils to maximize space because even though I am renting a 16’ moving truck, I am a little concerned about the volume of things I am taking with me.
This is my garage bay that is currently acting as the staging area:
And this is what my bedroom looks like at the moment:
All of this stuff (including the furniture) will need to be added to the garage bay pictured above to ensure it will fit in the moving truck.
Luckily, most of my office (including my 8’x4’ desk) is already in the packing zone. While this is good for the progress of my packing, it makes for a somewhat challenging work environment:
It’s been a lot of work to get this far although these pictures portray a state of disorder.
Thankfully, I have some helpers. My resident customs officials have inspected and tested out every box for safety and compliance with federal regulations.
Little do my furry friends know that they will be the final items to be packed into my car.
Oh boy is that going to be a fun 19 hour drive.
I can’t wait………………to have arrived in Tennessee.
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