Fun thoughts on the move

As usual, I've waited entirely too long to post a recap on the move, so I'm going to summarize with some specific points. Namely:

I asked on the phone of the moving company, "how long do you reckon this will take?" Their response was that since we only had a two bedroom place, maybe 4-5 hours. Perfect. They'd be here around 8 a.m., wrap it up by lunch, off I go to my company going-away party.

As soon as they walked into the door, my first thought was, "there's only three of them?" And they didn't look terribly enthusiastic about being there. My second thought was, "4-5 hours my ass."

They showed up at 9, by the way. At about 11 a.m., I had to run some errands -- clear out the safe deposit box, pay some hefty overdue library fines -- so I thought maybe when I got back there would be some significant progress.

No.

I mean, what the hell were they doing?

Turns out they need to open up every little thing, check it, and then wrap it in about 85 linear feet of paper. Then put it into a box and give it an obscure label.

I went to my going away party. No kidding, like 8 people showed up. Whatever. I found out who actually cared which was interesting. Some who didn't show up had a good excuse of being on the road, though.

Anyway, I got back, and some progress had been made. Not too much. Ok, I'll hang out for a few more hours. Then it was off to pick up Adam at the airport. The real question was, "would they be there when we got back?"

No.

I didn't realize how much stuff they didn't pack, though. But keep in mind that we needed to live not-in-a-hotel for a week. So some kitchen stuff, all of Asim's stuff practically, sheets, pillows, blankets, and clothes.

We also had to get rid of the satellite dishes and their associated tripods. What's the easiest way to take two dishes and tripods down three flights of stairs? Why, throw them off of your balcony, of course!

Friday night Adam and I sat down and figured out how much of the Union we'd seen. So, for no reason at all, here we go. And no, they're not going to be in alphabetical order:

New Hampshire, Vermont, Massachusetts, Connecticut, New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Delaware, Maryland, Virginia, West Virginia, South Carolina, Georgia, Florida, Texas, Tennessee, Kentucky, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Michigan, Wisconsin, Nebraska, Hawaii, Washington

(The trip added Iowa, although when you drive from the airport in Omaha to downtown, you cross through Iowa. However, our criteria was that you have to actually stand in the state for a considerable amount of time.)

Well, 28 years old, and I'm at 50%. Not too bad.

The next morning, right when the cars were packed full, Adam opens up one of the cabinets in the kitchen.

Completely full of crockery.

What ... the ... hell. Ok, so, wrap up the crockery in blankets, toss it in the front seat of the Jetta. Anything else? Do we care?