I feel sorry for all my friends who have recently picked up and moved to different cities. I just moved across town, and it was pretty exhausting. Since it is just across town, I was able to start moving last weekend and bring boxes over during the week so that the load was not as much this weekend. Yesterday, I had a couple people help me move all the big items. It only took 2.5 hours, so it wasn't so bad, but today I was cleaning and boxing up everything else . . . and now I'm absolutely exhausted . . . and I still have a few items to get over here plus arrange all my new things. It's nothing compared to what others have been doing, so if I'm this tired, I know you guys must have been at the end of your rope.
The move wasn't all bad, though. If nothing else, Bo and I got to pull off our greatest moment of furniture-moving zen. For those who have seen my couch, you know it's basically like a pregnant brown cow. Really, it's not terribly heavy, but damnit if it's not the puffiest thing you've ever encountered. We got to the condo, and the back door is too narrow to squeeze it through, so we had to bring it through the front door, which has about three or four feet of space before you reach the stairs, and due to a low-hanging light at the entrance, we could not stand the couch up on end. Furthermore, there is a banister going up the stairs which eventually runs into the ceiling of the living room. The situation looked so dire, that my other mover felt compelled to go grab his tools so that he could remove the banister. He had no idea what Bo and I were capable of accomplishing. While he ran for the tools, we faced up to the daunting task. Bo composed a plan which he dubbed the tumble and twist (catchy, I know). Because the banisters quickly intersect with the ceiling of the living room, we couldn't just roll the entire couch over the banister--it would get caught on the ceiling. But Bo saw fit to do a partial roll, at which point, I (at the bottom of the stairs) would start to walk directly to my left. Meanwhile, with the couch hanging precariously over the banister, Bo descended the stairs, twisting the couch as he did so. We pulled it off flawlessly and, immensely pleased with our efforts, gave each other an enthusiastic high five.
Look out Savory, there's a new sheriff and deputy in town.
3 comments:
I'm impressed you got the pregnant brown cow and her baby moved successfully. I know the chair alone was mega-poofy, so I'm amazed at you moving the couch!
Good luck getting settled in. It is a very tiring process, but there are some advantages...like it forces you to reorganize and clean out old junk. That always feels good to have sort of a fresh start.
How now, brown cow? Yeah, moving sucks! Amazing to think that we did it *all* the time in college, too. I don't think my family will ever help me move again because my couches are just as painful.
You should have done the "pivot" mechanism that Ross did on Friends. Hahaha.
Hope you're settling in well!
BEN!! It's been over a month since your last blog! Don't leave us in suspense!
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