Yesterday starting the latest moving escapade – 6 times since 1998, and this one was no easier than the last 5. In fact, it’s gotten even harder. What makes it harder? Appliances! It’s an odd thing. When you move into a new place, whether it’s an apartment or a house, the first thing you look at is what the landlord supplied. If it doesn’t work right, usually they’ll replace it with something else. Not all the time will you get a new one, so if you get another POS (even though it works basically), then you end up buying your own. The only drawback? You have to move it with you.
OK…you don’t HAVE to, but it’s kind of silly not to, since you spilled out the cash for it.
So now we have a dishwasher (nice, it hooks up to the sink! Yay!), washer, dryer, and a fridge that when we hauled it up three steps in a narrow passage, I felt like I had given birth! I guess I deserve all the muscle aches from moving everything heavy in one day, but at least it’s MOVED OVER, and I don’t have to look at it for a while again. Putting the washer and dryer downstairs down a narrow flight of stairs prompted me to tell the wife “if we move again, I’ll BUY NEW ONES”. She laughed at that, of course, because she knew the pain I was going through.
I know looking back on this, it will have been worth it, but the muscles will rebel for some time once again. At least it has the convenience of being right across the street from a supermarket, and it is cheaper. I appreciate my friends coming by to help me with the move, because I couldn’t do it without them. I may not have many friends here, but those that are, I truly do enjoy.
Now if I can just make the hurting stop……..oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…………….