It was a long Saturday – that's for sure..
I don't think I actually got up until around 9am, and then ate and did other unproductive stuff until almost 10. Once 10am rolled around though, I worked myself up into a massive "THERE ISN'T ENOUGH TIME!" panic and got more packing done in the next hour and a half than I had in the previous 3 weeks combined.
Katie showed up and we loaded my bed, dresser, and bookshelf into the back of her truck. That was pretty uneventful.
It took 3 more trips on my own, loading my car up until it almost burst, to finish moving all my stuff. "3 trips" is a bit misleading, because 2 of those trips were almost half trash that went into the dumpster here right away.
Moving everything into my new apartment had to be the worst part out of all of this. I don't know who invented 3rd floor apartments, but I hate them. It would be great if this building had an elevator. But, no. Of course not.
Besides completely wearing myself out, there (once again) wasn't much out of the ordinary here. There was a girl (maybe 4 or 5 years old) standing in front of my apartment door when me and Katie were bringing stuff up. She started the conversation with "Hi. I don't live in this building." and then proceeded to keep talking, and tried to weasel her way into the apartment to pet the cat – even after being told that she would be bit (not making it up – Oscar does bite.)
I've been in here since Saturday night now, and most of my stuff is still in the living room. I haven't built my bed yet. Good times.
There was some bigger stuff at my apartment (a couch, huge speakers, pressure washer) that wasn't mine, which all got put into a storage locker. That was messy, but when we were done and about to leave (it was like 11pm at this point) some girl in a car with Wyoming plates pulls up and blocks my car. She wanted directions to Madison, WI. I guess she saw me and my dad from the road… Now, if I were lost and needed directions, I wouldn't pull into a dimly lit storage facility in the middle of nowhere. Poor kid.
Ugh. at this point I was so tempted to just leave and let them take the money out of my security deposit to clean the place. But I didn't – it's cleaner than it was when I moved in.
Anyone that really cares how the move went was probably either there, or heard about it already.. so I'll end this post here.