My Moving Saga

I guess my move wasn't as bad as this guys!

Moving. Ugh. I am NEVER moving again. Okay that is probably a lie, but I am glad I won’t be moving in the near future. Also if I ever move again, I am hiring movers. Why do I always think I can do things by myself? Well Saturday started my five day moving adventure/fiasco. Looking around my apartment, I realized I had a lot of stuff so I decided to rent a U-haul van. Of course the weekend I moved was the hottest one yet in August, and there was a cop crack down. After I picked up the van, I drove the five miles back to my apartment and saw literally 10 cops in that small span. Fabulous. This should have been an indicator of how this move was going to go. I have only moved out of one apartment before this, and my mom and sort of movers helped me. Somehow I forgot about this and enlisted the help of only one guy friend. At least I was smart enough to realize I needed someone stronger than me to lift my poorly, packed boxes. My friend took one look around my apartment and simply said, “I am going to kill you.” I tried to flash my biggest smile, but he wasn’t having any of it. I knew I hadn’t done the best job packing, but this became even more evident as we loaded the van. I packed things in tons of small bags and boxes. This was the ultimate downfall of my move. Small bags and boxes equates to TONS of trips to the van. After about two hours of loading, I resorted to throwing things off my balcony and having my friend catch them. After a mini crisis of broken decorative plates and my third favorite coffee mug, we were finally on our way. I took my normal route to West Hollywood, which turned out to be another bad move on my part. To get to West Hollywood, you have to go through Beverly Hills. Here I am driving the biggest vehicle I have ever drove with limited visibility attempting to not sideswipe a Bentley or Mercedes. Making matters worse, we hit terrible Saturday traffic. Unloading was less eventful, but probably just as stressful. After five hours, I was over moving. Too bad I still had a bunch of stuff at my old apartment including my bed, couch and loveseat. A friend of the family offered to help me move the big stuff on Tuesday night, which I was super thankful!

Tuesday night rolls around, and it ended up being just him and me. I might occasionally lift weights, but my loveseat weighs probably 200 lbs because it is a twin sofa sleeper. With the help of a carpet dolly aka my new best friend, we were able to move all my furniture out of my apartment! I helped carry my other couch, my queen mattress and my box springs. I am not really sure where this strength came from, but I guess it’s good I was really into lifting weights a month ago! Thankfully another amazing guy friend came to help unload my stuff into my new place because I don’t think there was any I could have. After another five hour moving adventure, I was finally all moved into my apartment! So word to the wise. When moving, invest in those big moving boxes and spend the $10 to rent a dolly!! A little shout out to the three guys who helped me move. Thanks Cory, Bob and Zach.

I know I keep saying this but I promise my new experiences will get more interesting. Tonight I am checking out first Fridays in Venice, which should be an experience. Plus it’s Labor Day weekend, which means it’s time to have fun!