Moved

Hello from the other side!

Holy Mother of Everything Good and Great…. it’s done!

My parents (who were a ridiculously huge help.  Thank you again, Folks!) and I survived.  Barely but we did. 
Friends, let my pain be a lesson to you.  If you can at all help it, do not move in the dead of winter. 

I repeat for those that are slow:

DO. NOT. MOVE. IN. THE. WINTER!

With that being said, it did go fairly well.

The most nerve wrecking part was the move out.  The movers, (Two Men and a Truck who did an amazing job!) couldn’t park on the street outside my old apartment because of all the snowbanks.  So their only choice was to jimmy into a spot between two other apartment buildings.  That would have been no problem if the landlord of those buildings wasn’t a complete arsehole.  He was the kind of guy that if you parked for a second in one of his spots, he would appear out of nowhere like some phantom, to yell at you.  He once even did this to my FATHER!  Everyone loves my dad.  Yeah, he’s that scary. 

Therefore I was literally biting my nails with worry, and pacing in front of the window that he was going to come out and tell us to move.  Not to mention we were blocking in two cars.   Since there was literally no other spot for the truck to park, I was a wreck.   My mother, bless her heart, came armed with a pocket full of cash to bribe anyone who got in our way.

Luckily, all the stars were all aligned and Mean Landlord Man never appeared.  Even the people who’s cars we were blocking in must have had no where to go on a snowy Saturday morning because they didn’t even pop their heads out to see what was going on.

Normally I drag out this moving process because it’s so painful.  But this time, with the very tight schedule, I couldn’t.  It all had to be done in one weekend. 

At one point yesterday, when I was resembling a homeless lady (complete with the mismatched socks and greasy matted hair) and was a sheer puddle of my former self, my mom had to do the Moonstruck, “SNAP OUT OF IT!  We are getting this done today!” shake on me. 

And I’m so glad she did because between her and my friend Darcy coming over to help clean, it’s all done.  

It was painful. 

It was ugly. 

There was many a mood swing and subsequent losing of one’s shit (note to parents: if you are moving, it’s a good idea to have your kid with when moving into the new place.  Having him at a play date the ENTIRE day?  Not smart.  The child will come home to have a complete meltdown as he sees his new “home” piled with boxes and his new “room” in shambles.  Lesson learned for me…)

But again, I repeat, it’s done.

As I was unpacking today, I realized that I’m not the only one that moved this week.  My new BFF’s Barack and Michelle are moving into their fabulous new home too.    I wonder if they want to go to coffee and talk about the perils of moving?

So much new!  New year, new house and a new wonderful President.

Much to celebrate!  Much to toast to!

But first I have to find those wine glasses, which are in one of these boxes somewhere…