Making the Move
Posted by Alex Jordan on
I'm part way through my move from Alexandria to Arlington and still have two days left to go on being off the grid. Cable and internet don't get installed at my new place until Wednesday morning, so my only access to the digital world can occur at work. Yay.
My new place is awesome, and I'll give a quick rundown once the Verizon guy installs me FiOS. But in the meantime, here's a recap of things that have gone horribly, horribly wrong during the move over the past two days.
Here, in short, is my original plan:
- Pick up a cargo van from U-Haul on Saturday at 1pm
- Do the first round of moving at my new place between 2pm and 4pm (you have to sign up for 2-hour move in slots)
- Organize the apartment in the evening
- Do the second round of moving in on Sunday morning between 10am and Noon
- Return the van at 1pm on Sunday (24 hours of rental)
Pretty much none of that happened.
- Despite my reservation, U-Haul didn't have a van. They gave me a fucking 14 foot truck. That meant I couldn't get it into my parking garage and park it outside my apartment, which added several extra hours to the moving process.
- Since I now had to move things outside to my truck, it was only fitting that it started to rain, pour, and ultimately maelstrom.
- I was already an hour late to my Saturday move in slot when a fire alarm went off in the neighboring apartment building. Firetrucks showed up and blocked off my street entirely, causing me to miss the entire move in slot. I called to reschedule for later that evening.
Since we didn't have access to the cargo elevator at the new place without a move in slot, my girlfriend and I opted to transport stuff using my roomy hatchback and just carry it in piecemeal through the new place's front door. That actually went surprisingly well. The late-night rescheduled move also went pretty well, what with access to the cargo elevator and a large push cart. Okay? Day One done. Day Two:
- Loading up and driving my car was easier and slightly faster than the truck, so we drove back to Alexandria, loaded some more crap, and returned (late as usual) for our second move in slot. Unfortunately, a family had hijacked the cargo elevator and the large push cart despite the fact that they hadn't made a reservation. They delayed us significantly, and then, while we weren't paying attention, drove off with the building's push cart. We were stuck using a dolly and moving by hand.
- 1pm arrives, and it's time to return the truck. Along with the truck, we'd rented a smallish dolly and a small, fairly inadequate roller cart. We load those into the back of the truck and I drive off.
- When I get to the gas station to refill the tank, my girlfriend anxiously informs me that the back of the truck is open. I was so tired I forgot to close it. Upon inspection, the dolly is there, but the cart is missing.
- We drop off the truck, Metro back to Alexandria, grab my car, and proceed to retrace our steps, looking for the cart and hoping it didn't roll off the back of the truck and cause a traffic accident. Needless to say, we don't find the cart.
To top things off, I'm not even done moving. I still have to clear out the remaining crap from my bedroom, grab all my kitchen gear, and finish cleaning my room and closet before turning in the keys. That will get done tonight, as the keys are due tomorrow.
Major kudos go to my girlfriend, my roommate, and my old roommate who all pitched in to organize stuff and clean in the old apartment while I was trying to load all my belongings into my car. Although circumstance, callous people, and God Almighty proceeded to make a mockery of my carefully-planned schedule, I committed enough of my own mistakes to be embarrassed that my friends had to bail me out. Fortunately, they are very, very good friends. I certainly owe them.