The big move.

It's officially over. The move.
I moved.
Ta-da!!!

I can't say that I'm totally settled in, but I'm closer today than I was yesterday and I plan on making more progress later this week. I'm probably 90% there, if I had to be honest with myself.

The move itself was rough. Storms were in the forecast for the whole week, so I just rented a U-Haul. I don't have the best of luck when it comes to things, so this was just safer. And BY GOD, it was a good call! Thursday (the 30th) was the biggest moving day. It was the day I had my dad, mom and boyfriend to help. It was also the day we were placed under a tornado watch and had large storms headed straight for us. *sigh*

I got up at 7, got myself some breakfast and came to my parents' house to pick up my dad. We got the truck at 9, and just like clockwork, it started raining. The off and on thing would happen all day, with the biggest downpours hitting while we were at the storage unit... almost every time. At one point, all 4 of us were standing inside with all these boxes and furniture, just staring at the truck that was but a couple of feet away. What could you do? You just had to wait for it to let up. Did I mention that was the trip that the cat was being transported? Oh yeah, she was in the car. Talk about heart attack. The poor thing will never be the same. (She was even medicated for this special day.)

Roughly 12 hours after the huge undertaking (who knew I had that much crap?!), I gave up and went to bed. After all, I had to work the next morning. It was quite a day. Things in my life don't go as planned, but I think that's my hint to start being more flexible. And I was-- I made it work.

I really can't thank those who helped enough. Both of my parents were real troopers that day. My dad was still getting over a stomach bug from 3 days before, and my mom has never been much for manual labor (she tries... she's just very... girly). I told the boyfran we had it under control, but he showed up anyway. That was a huge life saver because he could lift heavy things with my dad. Yay. We needed him more than I realized. I took him to dinner later that week as repayment.
My parents? Meh, they do this all the time. My sister moves WAY more than I do. But I plan on cooking some good dinners to share with them. That counts for something, right?

I'm just glad that's over. And MAN, I need to start throwing things away! Nothing in this world can make a person crave minimalism more than moving. I really need to work on that.