moving day

You might think that since it’s been over a month since we moved into our house, I would just give up on posting about it and move onto more current things. Au contraire. The elusive camera cord has finally shown its face and I refuse to have my blog content be determined by such TINY, INSIGNIFICANT piece of technology. (But please don’t run away again, card reader, I actually really do need you and I missed you a lot.)

We don’t have a lot of pictures of the day we moved in, as we were a little busy emptying a very full 900-square foot apartment and bringing it all over to the new house … and then repeating the process with our very full 8×10 storage facility. Pulling everything out of storage was like Christmas … if everything you get for Christmas is used, has mold on it, and smells like someone else’s attic. There are a few pieces of furniture I’m very happy to have back in my life — the rest are headed to Goodwill + some very lucky folks from Craigslist.

If credits rolled at the end of moving day, it would mostly just be my husband’s name making its way down the screen over and over again. He was amazing, worked super hard, and also, his pants look a little MC Hammer-ish in this shot, but I promise they are not drop-crotch harem pants. Just regular old Adidas.

Okay, so the dresser was actually being hoisted by this nifty piece of machinery. Turns out when you buy a “quaint” home with “character,” “history,” and “personality,” what that really means is that your stuff isn’t going to fit up the staircase. We had to send most of the upstairs furniture up to the roof to be brought in through our bedroom window. No biggie.

I was taking pictures to keep from shouting out “BE CAREFUL” every five seconds. It was nerve-racking to have Nathan and his friends, who were all having a little too much fun with the machine, if you ask me, taking my favorite furniture 20 feet in the air. Not that I don’t trust my husband….

While the guys were emptying the dumpster storage facility, I went back to the apartment with a friend to load up some of the “stragglers.” It was definitely our most disorganized move (especially compared to last time, where I numbered each box and had a corresponding computer document listing the contents, including each and every book by title + author…), so there was a lot of little stuff hanging around still. When Nathan saw that we returned with the SUV filled to the brim almost exclusively with my shoes, he insisted we use the lift to transport them to our bedroom closet. He asserted that it would be a great time-saver, but I’m pretty sure he just wanted to get this picture of me riding to the roof with my entire shoe collection:

(not at all embarrassed)

…and only one beloved pair ended up in the bushes. Although I think my pride ended up down there somewhere, too, as for some reason I found the experience a little humiliating. (Not humiliating enough to make me rethink the size of my shoe collection, however.)

Thanks to my hardworking husband, some great friends (thanks Ben, Jason, Josh, Libba, Amy, and Angie!), and too many Coke Icees to admit, the whole move went pretty smoothly + we had a great (if exhausting) day. We are so excited to be in our new home! Stay tuned for some updates of what we’ve done since we moved in. (Hint: a lot.)