I’m Never Moving Again
Published October 14th, 2008 in Moving.
That’s it. I’m done. I’m never leaving our new house — except in a body bag or a wheelchair that’s carting me off to the old folks home…
And I’m not saying it’s because this is my ultimate dream home that satisfies my every need. I just never want to move. Again. Ever. Never. Never-ever.
I managed to survive my ordeal with the washing machine. With help from the brother-in-law, I even got it down into our new basement. In fact, all of our stuff is now over at the house. We still have a few odds and ends to take care of at the apartment. And cleaning. I hate the cleaning, too.
Cleaning an apartment you’re never going to live in again is like give your ex-girlfriend an extreme makeover and handing over to some guy who’s going to enjoy all the time, energy and money you put into her face, clothes and hair.
We’re a total wreck, too. L.A. Mommy and I are walking around like mindless zombies, snipping at each other like feral cats in an alley, and moaning about our aches and pains. That was a freakin’ long-ass weekend. We put out the call to several friends to come help out. Most had “prior commitments.” A likely story.
But I don’t blame them… It is easier to get a friend to give you a ride to the airport or to help you bury a body than it is to get them to help you move… it’s just a fact of life. And if anyone asks me to help them move in the next 5 years… I’ll have a “prior commitment”, too. That’s all I’m sayin’.
The good news is that we were less than a mile from our apartment to our new home (Oh, I love calling it a new home. It’s not new-new. Which reminds me of my favorite quote - “I just bought some new underwear. Well, it’s new to me…”) So, it wasn’t hard to just shove stuff in a box and cart it over to the house. We didn’t have to do all that intricate packing that we did to move from Cali to Ohio.
I’m glad it’s over. I could lie and say that I’m going to go take a nap… for 4 days straight. But I can’t. I’ve got to finish the bamboo flooring in the office (you can see pics here) and install the baseboards. I’ve got to paint the family room. We have to unpack — I can’t find my pants. We need to… well, you get the picture.
So much to do. So little energy.
When we moved from New York to Idaho in August, we signed a six-month lease on this apartment and thought we’d look for a house or duplex to rent once we got the lay of the land. Now I’m looking around at all our stuff and thinking, yah right! Maybe if you paid me to pack it all up again. Of course, I wouldn’t have my own, new-to-me, spiffy house to look forward to
Congratulations on at least surviving the ordeal. When we bought our house 14 years ago, it was not by any stretch my ideal, and vowed we would move one day, but after 14 years of acquiring stuff that would have to be moved… I don’t think so. If I move, everything (and I do mean everything) goes in the trash, and we can start anew. Other than that… we are staying put. Thanks for reminding me exactly why this is the right decision.
Congratulations on the big move — bloody washing machine and all!!
Moving! God, I’m not looking forward to doing that again. And moving as far as you have as well - unimaginable. I really admire your stamina on all this…
We have been in the new house for 2 weeks and 2 days. There’s a few more things to hang on the wall. But I can say that we’re almost settled. You’ll get there. Just drink a beer or two. It makes the unpacking a little easier.
Glad to hear you’re moved in.
And anytime you need me to help you bury a body, just holler.
Oh, who needs pants anyway? You have stuff to do indoors.
HEY MIKE WANTS TO KNOW IF YOU HELP US MOVE ? LOL JUST KIDDING WE HAVE BEEN TOLD FROM ALL OUR FRIENDS WE ARE NOT ALOUD TO MOVE FOR 5 YEARS OR WE DONT GET ANY HELP LOL I HATE MOVING SO I KNOW HOW YOU ALL FEEL IT SUCKS LOL