Wednesday, March 28, 2007

here

Moving is sort of like high school. It's an experience that one doesn't want to repeat.

It forces a person to examine what one quits seeing on a day-to-day basis, the stuff piled in a closet or under a bed. And then there is the stuff not seen that horrifies once it become apparent, the dust behind a picture that has gathered for seven years, the spot on a carpet left by a certain dog who had a special bathroom break area not noticed before.

There were the piles for the POD, the fiberglass storage structure with the retractable door on one end. There were piles for the dumpster (smartest advice given to us -- put the dumpster next to the POD and get rid of stuff). There was a pile for the church rummage sale. There was a pile for the rental truck heading to New York. We sold our cars. We listed our house with the realtor.

We finally left our little neighborhood of Wynnedale at 3:00 pm in the big yellow rental truck, winding through Indy to: get a certificate of good health from the Vet for Franklin (they forgot to give it to partner when he picked him up from grooming), stop at Lowes for a replacement lock for the back of the truck (our original lock was too short), grab a bite of food.

The weather was spring balmy, with a big blue sky, the perfect day to work in the garden. Instead, we made our way to the interstate heading east, finally stopping for the night between Columbus and Akron, Ohio, where the temps were very cold. Repeating the route of our August trip, we spent the next day driving across Ohio and Pennsylvania, and pulled up to our apartment building in the city a day after a major ice and snow storm.

Partner's friends appeared at once and helped us unload the truck. Somebody had cut a gap out of the iceberg like piles of ice pushed between street, car and curb by the snow plow. In a short time, we got it into the apartment. After making a small pathway through the boxes, partner ordered Chinese food delivered, we ate and then fell into bed at 8:00 pm.

5 comments:

Shelley said...

Good to hear you've arrived and are safely tucked in!

Don said...

shelley -- thank you. I've been in something a moving daze for the last couple of weeks.

ES Sandbox said...

I can't believe you're there! Glad to hear it went well - hope you're going to take it easy for a few days to settle in! -- Eve

Anonymous said...

Strange synchronicity...we arrived in NYC the day after the big snow storm, too. It was my first time to visit the city. The dusting of snow was the perfect touch. The contrast arriving back in Austin in the full flower of spring was remarkable.

Glad you're home.

Don said...

Eve -- yes, we're here. Partner is doing taxes this morning and I am doing chores. Some normal routines on a beautiful spring morning.

m.s.s. -- How interesting that we came to NYC on the same day. Hope your trip went well. By the way, Anne Raver had an article in Thursday's NY Times about the quest for roses that don't need pesticides. fyi...