Ellemental

So.

The long, leisurely move didn’t exactly happen that way. (Surprise!)

The second week of August, I called my landlord to give notice that I would be moving out. I figured even with a 30 day notice she would ask if I could stay a little longer – until the end of September, maybe. I thought she might even ask if I would consider staying through October if it looked like it would be hard to find a renter. I was all for that – a few months to procrastinate get my stuff together. No stress.

When I told her that I wanted to move eventually she said “Great! I have someone who has been calling me for a year that wants a one bedroom first floor apartment and yours in the only one we have. Can you be out by the end of August?”

You mean the end of August THIS YEAR??????? Not Fricken Likely.

I expressed concern that I really COULDN’T be out by the end of the month – three weeks away, every weekend scheduled full, busy time at work (no days off). She said she would explain that to the people who were interested in the apartment, and oh, by the way, can they come look at the apartment tomorrow?

So the people came the next day along with the landlord to view the apartment. Of course it was just what they were looking for (drats!), and I overheard them tell the landlord that they were so excited when she called them that they immediately rented a moving van for Sept 1. *sigh*

Some incredibly ugly days ensued. Coming home from work and packing boxes, driving to the VIMs and unpacking those boxes, taking the same boxes back to the apartment in the AM. Over and over and over. And over. I did take two days off during the last week of Aug to clean, clean the carpets, etc. In the end, we got it done, but Dude – that is SO not the way to move. Near the end of the month we got a little backed up on where to put stuff, so there is a small pile o’ crap in the garage that still needs to be gone through and I just can’t even look at it right now. The sight of cardboard boxes makes me want to weep.