Well. I find it pretty hilarious that a week ago I wrote about my apartment move and the overall tone was, "no big deal...this isn't my first rodeo, here is what I'm gonna do...la la la." Guys, last week was epically horrible. I don't know what's wrong with me that I thought I could handle the situation all on my own and by Tuesday mid-day I was begging my mom to fly down that night and telling my dad what an idiot I was to refuse his offer to help. I'm an independent girl and like to do things on my own but I really beat up my body moving so much on my own and pushed my emotional stability to its breaking point when one thing after another went wrong. I could easily put pen to paper and give details on every single awful aspect of last week but I'd rather pretend it didn't happen since I'll most likely be moving again in 12 months. What I will do is share a few lessons learned and try to keep things short and sweet today so I can get back to unpacking...
– I should have had the movers move EVERYTHING. They came on Tuesday morning and I had a lot of boxes and they took all the furniture but still had stuff in my closet (and stuff Sally had left for me to deal with in her closet) and all my artwork that I figured I could just take care of on my own. That was a huge mistake and made for a full day of packing and moving that stuff by myself on Wednesday.
– Calling to make sure all your utilities transfer is good – but having your electricity turned off in your old place before you are finished moving out is bad. Very bad if where you live is 92 degrees and you need that electricity to run a vacuum and clean. So that happened. And it was almost the straw that broke the camel’s back. My electric company explained to me that it was my fault for telling them to end my service on the day I needed to be out and that I should have made it the day after. Good to know…now.
– Next move I’m not doing traditional boxes and I want to try those plastic bins (like this situation). They bring you the bins, you pack them, they move them, you unpack them, they pick them up. I ran out of boxes and was so paranoid about my movers taking certain items (they aren’t exactly gentle) and I wish I had done this because it would have made packing and unpacking so much easier. Next time.
– I only have two hands and I could have used an extra pair to help me unpack and assist with Blue. I’m sure the whole reason I didn’t think the move was a big deal was because I have always had 1-2 family members with me…this time around it took me twice as long and everything was twice as hard. Cue the tiny violins.
– My new apartment, sadly was less than clean when I moved in. I wish I had taken the time to check the cabinets, bathroom, and all that jazz before I started bring my stuff in so that I could have asked my apartment management to have a cleaning crew come in. Not a big deal now but it’s not the most ideal to move into a new place and have that “someone has been living here” feeling.
– The one part of the move I’m really proud of is my clean-up job at my old place. Once the electricity came back I went to townnnn making sure that every inch was vacuumed and all traces of Blue Moonbeam were gone. I’m so paranoid that being a dog mom will mean being penalized and losing deposits so I wanted to make sure I did my best to make the place look clean. Also, Mr. Clean Magic Erasers are fantastic. I went through three and they seriously do wonders to clean wall marks.
If you all have any lessons learned from your own moves, please feel free to share! I’m all about working smarter not harder and want next time to be less traumatic.