The move was scheduled to take place on Friday before noon. My stepmom and my aunt came up on Tuesday evening and they rested up on Wednesday while I was at work. I took off work on Thursday so I could finish up the packing. With their help of course.
Unfortunately, I ran out of the plastic totes I was using to pack in and didn't make it to Family Dollar to buy more before they closed on Thursday night. I was too tired to brave Wal-Mart so I decided to get them the next morning. When we woke up on Friday, none of had a clue what an interesting day we were in for. We ate breakfast, I ran for totes, and then we got to work finishing up the packing.
Around 11 a.m., my stepmom and I went to U-Haul to pick up the trailer and of course had to wait in line. Never move at the end or beginning of the month unless you like waiting in lines. When we got all the paperwork done, we went outside too hook the trailer up to my stepmom’s pick-up truck. That's when the manager made the mistake of treating her like a girl.
Some of you might remember that despite being just over five feet tall, she used to drive an 18-wheeler with my Dad. So the idiot proceeds to talk down to her and even hollered at her to just stay in the truck while he took care of the set up. She showed remarkable calm and restraint. He kept acting like a chauvinist and she just kept smiling. Then she whipped out some electrical tape to secure what is called the pigtail. That's the loose end of the electrical wires that connect the truck to the trailer so the lights on it will work.
He looked at her in shock and asked how she knew to do that. She just smiled, told him she used to drive a big rig, and crawled back into the pick-up. We pulled away while as he stood there slack-jawed and stuttering. It was great!!!
We got back to my apartment and proceeded to wait for the movers. And wait. And wait. And wait. Through no fault of their own, the movers were several hours late. They finally rounded up a different crew to come out to me and I got three guys instead of the two that I hired. So it took less than 2 hours and we got to look at three very cute and muscled movers. :)
By the time we were loaded and moving it was after 4 so of course we hit traffic as we were leaving town. That really slowed us down and we still had to stop for dinner since we'd skipped lunch. Once we did that we hit the road and made the best time we could. Still we didn't make it to Dallas until just before midnight on Friday.
On Saturday, a friend of my brother’s came over and helped unload the truck, trailer, and my car. And believe me when I say, that is a LOT of stuff. Now without further ado, here are the promised pictures. Enjoy!
These are of my apartment while the final packing and loading of the truck was going on. I lived with more and more boxes for the month leading up to my move. I'm not sure how I managed to not go even crazier than I already am. Little did I know that what my OCD went through would be nothing compared to what my claustrophobia was about to be put through.
These are the truck & trailer. The backseat & the bed of the truck are also full of stuff. Although not all of it is mine. Some of it is the stuff I sent to my sister. :)
And these are where my claustrophobia thought we were living a nightmare. There was literally only room enough in the car for me to drive. And at that I had to make sure not to take any corners to quickly or the stuff in the passenger seat would try to jump into my lap.
Next post will be about my first week in Dallas. Now there's a story. Let's just say that some people think that hell might have froze over. Literally. :P