And so the moving madness has begun. Now, you all don’t really know me so let me paint you a picture. Perhaps it will explain why suddenly LC is frightened of me when it comes to this move.
We applied at the apartment complex this past Thursday. So for those of you keeping track at home, that means less than a week ago. LC feels that as we have over a month until the move we have a few weeks to relax. But no, I am in moving overdrive.
As soon as we got into the car to leave the new apartment complex, I asked him if he wants to share my movers. He blinked at me confused. He wanted time to think about it. I blinked back at him. Because, you know, the movers need to be booked immediately because they can book up! And I need my movers. I assured him they’re great. Hard working and they have never broken or damaged my stuff. He was torn between finding me efficient and slightly crazed. And besides, moving to him meant a U-Haul truck and a few of his closest friends. I tapped my foot impatiently. He begged for time to think.
By Sunday, he had agreed that sharing the movers was wise. After all, friendship is only good for so much. I explained for me movers are a necessity. There is no one in this world who loves me enough to cart my giant sofa down from my third floor walk up apartment without getting paid in more than pizza and beer. He said he’d share the movers with me. By Monday afternoon they were booked and we had a confirmation letter.
I am ready to call the utilities. I am searching for boxes. I am pondering how to break the news to my cleaning ladies. (Let them see the boxes piling up, or warn them that our relationship has almost run its course? What if they clean less effiiciently because they know I’m leaving them? And how will I work the move out cleaning?) I have a plan for turning in my keys early to my rental office since we’ll be on Christmas vacation when the lease is up. I have lists of what goes into storage and what doesn’t. And I’m one step away from buying stickers so I can color code things for the movers. Oh yes, it’s like this.
LC didn’t see all that coming. He wanted someone to share responsibilities, but he never anticipated the crazy train he was hopping on until this is all over. This is why I had to know he really loved me first. Because otherwise he’d probably run for his life.
Poor LC. He hasn’t even considered how insane the unpacking situation might be. I tried to warn him, but he never saw this coming. Now who has spare boxes to give me?