2007-09-03

Here we are.

Well, we're here.

Moving Day, for those of you keeping score at home, came perilously close to being a TOTAL. FUCKING. DISASTER. Here's a tip -- if you're moving to or within Greater Boston on September 1? For the love of God - don't do it if you can possibly avoid it. Because it DOES NOT MATTER if you reserved a truck well in advance. It does not matter if you confirmed that reservation two days before the move and were told: "No problem!" It does not matter if you arrive at 8am on the dot, because you will find yourself at the end of a 60-person-long line. And you will not get a truck.

I won't reveal the name of the company, other than to say it rhymes with "Fudge It."

I was hauling boxes into the front hallway when I received word from the houseboy that he was waiting in line, and that the guy in back of him had a reservation for the DAY BEFORE. It was not looking good.

I suppressed my initial reaction, which was to burst into tears and just have someone else deal with it. Calls were made, and ultimately we ended up with a convoy -- two minivans, two cars, and a pickup truck. It took us about 5 hours and 8-10 trips, but we got everything moved. And I didn't flip out ONCE. This is what they mean in AA when they talk about "the promises." A situation that would've absolutely crippled me a little over 5 years ago, I was able to deal with fairly intuitively. It's all well and good to hear people talk about how they have a great house and a great car now that they're sober, but I'll take the ability to manage a fucking HELL MOVE with grace and humor over STUFF any day.

We did have help. My folks, my brother, my brother-in-law, my cousin Keith and my cousin Hannah were all on hand, and I just need to reiterate how much my family rules. I felt so loved by and profoundly grateful for them. Moving just flat-out sucks, no matter how organized you are. It helps to have people who will say all kinds of inappropriate stuff to relieve the stress, and my family EXCELS at this.

So we're unpacking now. Even with boxes everywhere, the thing I noticed straightaway was how much like "home" this place feels. I went back to the old place yesterday to leave my keys on the counter, per our former landlord's instructions, and walked through it. My God, how did we live there for ten years?

And I'll tell you what's made all of this worth it -- our new shower. You could fit a family of four in there. You could park a compact car in there. You could stage a production of "The Fantasticks" in there. It is THAT BIG. It is a ROCK STAR SHOWER. No -- it is a PORN SHOWER. People will actually want to come visit us JUST so they can use this shower. I'm serious. It will change your life, this shower.

lisamcc at 11:24 a.m.



2 comments so far
vikkitikkitavi
2007-09-04 14:30:32
I'm reminded of Jerry Seinfeld's run-in at the rental car counter. He was told that, in spite of making a reservation, that they did not have a car for him. He suggested to her that she perhaps didn't understand the word "reservation". Agent: Sir, I know what a reservation is. Jerry: I don't think you do. You understand how to MAKE the reservation, but you don't understand how to KEEP the reservation. And that really is the most important part of the reservation.
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Maaaaaa
2007-09-20 19:47:53
Waddya mean, "inappropriate comments?" (sorry, a bit late with this...just got back to hurricaneland.) I told you it would get done and it did...kids...gotta love 'em.
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