Moving Day

So today was the big day. The movers were scheduled to arrive at 9am - they came at 8:15. Needless to say I was caught slightly off guard. No sooner did the movers call my phone then were they in my house taking stuff out. As happy as I was to not be one of the people having to schlep the Mount Sinai of stairs to my apartment, to my surprise I felt a little... vulnerable? weird? I mean, I've spent the last two months packing my life into boxes and in a matter of minutes they are being manhandled by a group of Russian movers, packing it all into a truck that I will not see until I get to LA two weeks from now. It's strange... but liberating.

I have to tell you - the movers were at the house at 8:15 and packed and done at 10. For me and anyone I know willing to help me, it would have been a three day project at least. The movers made several comments about the stairs - I don't blame them. Four years of climbing up those godforsaken steps and even today I saw my life flash before my eyes once I got to the top. The guys worked their asses off and didn't let those stairs get in their way at all.

I must also confess to all of you readers considering a large scale move like this: don't do it alone. Have a tremendously good friend to be with you the day it happens. Even though I didn't have to lift a box, it was overwhelming to say the least. I was lucky enough to have Michaela, who can be seen below cheerfully vacuuming. I was extremely grateful to have her there.. not only was she a big help, she helped keep my head from spinning off.

Quotes of the day:

Me (in Pennsylvania): I'm not moving.

Michaela (in Ohio): I'm not going with you.