Today (or technically yesterday because it’s now after midnight where I am), we started moving things into the new house. We had rented a storage unit and stuffed a bunch of things in it to help our current house “show” better for prospective buyers. In order to avoid paying another month’s rent on the unit, Ann’s dad (Darrell) and I took his truck and trailer to move it all to the new place (which we closed on a couple days ago).
When we got there and opened it up, I thought, “Man, I would have sworn we had more stuff in here. This doesn’t look like much at all.”
(I found out later that Darrell had the same thought.)
Well, it didn’t look like much, but it completely filled the trailer, usually a couple of boxes deep. We had some unexpected comical moments when some kids’ toys given to us by a friend turned out to still have working batteries and buttons, and almost every time we moved one of those boxes we’d suddenly get very bouncy music and goofy sound effects.
I don’t know exactly how long Darrell’s trailer is, but on a scale of one to “I’m a wuss and my back hurts,” it was more to the latter.
Due to the wind, we had to get off of the highway; the tarps Darrell had fastened over the boxes wouldn’t stay tied down. We took city roads and back roads until we arrived at the new place…
…and found that my keys didn’t work.
(That would be a great place to end the story, from a writer’s perspective, but it’s only fair to tell you that the lockbox was still on the doorknob, Ann knew the code to get into it, and we got into the house and put all the stuff in the garage.)
Next week, some painting and cleaning and a bit more moving. Then, within two more weeks, we should be moved in.