My 12-Hour Move

Done! Finito! We're finally moved into the new house. Last Friday Alex and I picked up the truck from U-Haul around 6pm to help us move our stuff from his condo to the new house. Originally we had decided to finish packing on Friday night and move on Saturday. But after getting the truck and driving it for a bit, we decided it might be too difficult for him to drive it all by himself on Saturday. The truck didn't exactly drive like my little Honda. So, we decided to move on Friday night, in the middle of the night that is.

When we made that decision, I thought we would be done by 2am Saturday morning or something. Little did I know that last minute packing dragged on for a few hours and loading took a few hours more. By the time we were done loading everything at the old place, it was already 5 o'clock in the morning. I have to say, I'll never complain about Alex not doing chores again. Because of my lack of exercise, and therefore, lack of strength, Alex did 99% of the move this time. I really couldn't help him do anything. It took us that long because every time he needed my help lifting things, I needed to take a million breaks in between to regain strength. I am so shamefully weak.

Of course it didn't help that we moved in the middle of the night when everybody in the building and surrounding homes is sleeping. It's hard enough moving a giant couch; it's even harder when you have to move it without making a sound.

We finally got to the new house at 7am Saturday morning. Traffic was still pretty light since it was a weekend morning and nobody's rushing out to work. By the time we got there, we were dead tired. We unloaded one of the mattresses, threw it on the first place we saw and fell asleep. Since the house is brand new, we had no accessories of any kind. We had no curtains. The morning sunlight poured in like crazy and eventually woke us up after only a few hours of sleep.

Back to work we go. Time to start unloading. The nightmare of lifting the big couch into the truck was back again. Time to lift it back out. Oh god. My weak muscles hadn't even recovered from loading yet, and now we had to unload? We started to lift Alex's couch and I just couldn't do it. I dropped it to the floor half way and just couldn't lift anymore. Luckily a neighbour across the street was washing his car and saw us struggling. He came over and helped us move the couch in.

With the couch in, next came the big heavy T.V. I almost killed Alex when he asked for my help. He asked me to hold steady; instead, I lifted the TV and almost toppled him over with the TV on top of him. He was not amused. I am so useless.

At 3pm, we finally finished unloading and returned the truck. With that, our move was finally over. What a long long day.