After four and a half days straight of packing it was moving day. Ready or not it was time, and I wasn’t ready. That morning we went and picked up the U-haul and then met the two men we had rented to load our heavy stuff back at the house. Yes you can rent men! Ha! I had never heard of it but I guess it’s a new service through U-Haul. Or maybe it’s not new it’s just new to me. We had them for 2 hours and was going to get every bit of that time put to good use. We were very thankful that they got all the heavy stuff and a lot of the boxes that were ready loaded too. Although I was later not a happy camper when I noticed that some of my furniture had been scratched up and not just a little scratch. Plus, I then had to climb up in that very hot truck and rearrange things to help keep them in place and also to have the room for more stuff. And man did we pick a hot day to do this. I looked like I had just gotten out of the shower with all the sweat pouring off of me.
Shortly before their time was up my parents showed up with 2 of their flatbeds. When you own a towing company you get to haul what you want when you want. They came to tow my husband’s ’70 Camaro and our playhouse that was actually mine when I was younger that they had brought down for my son last fall. They chipped right in on helping getting all the random things around the house left unpacked packed. Things seemed to keep multiplying. I knew we had a lot of stuff, or I have a lot of stuff as my husband says, but you don’t realize how much stuff you really have until you have to pack it all up.
We packed and loaded and packed and loaded all that day until after dark when we were to tired to do anymore. We did get the U-haul full and ready to go but that afternoon we realized everything wasn’t going to fit so we had to go get one of their enclosed trailers too.
The next morning we were at it again. We loaded up some of the trailer and then got our mattress loaded. We had more of our family on stand by for when we got there with the truck to help unload everything and since it was Sunday and everyone would be going back to work on Monday my husband went ahead and headed that way with the U-Haul. Me and my parents stayed behind to finish packing and loading up. My dad still had to load the flat beds and now pull the trailer behind one of them. Little did we know that it would literally take us all day and night before we would even get on the road.
It was another extremely hot & humid day and none of us had much energy left but we knew we had to get it done, so we did.
When we finally thought we were ready to head out, one thing after another kept happening. The plan originally was to load the trailer on the back of one bed and pull it backwards behind the other and then my mom would drive my car and I would drive my husbands and of course my dad would drive the flatbeds. That plan didn’t work out as planned so then he unloaded the trailer and loaded my car on the bed and hooked the trailer onto the hitch on that flatbed. All this loading and unloading and strapping down etc. takes a lot of time. We finally thought we were ready to go, had the riding lawn mower, Camaro and playhouse (which is actually a 100+ year old outhouse that has been remodeled) loaded on one and then the other was loaded with the porch, basketball goal, my car and U-Haul trailer which my mom was going to drive and I was going to follow behind.
We went down the road to fuel up and grab a bite to eat to take on the road. It was already 8pm. At the gas station I watched as a group of bikers stared in disbelief as my mom got out of the drivers seat of that loaded flatbed. When we came out with our food the flatbed wouldn’t start. I drove my car over to it to jump it and of course the bikers were still watching. I bet they thought it was a sight. Got it started up and off we went. We made it a couple miles down the road and it died completely. She was behind my dad and he had told her what lights to use if she needed him to pull over so she started blinking them on and off to get his attention. She coasted it down a hill to a side turning lane where we all stopped. Turns out the alternator had gone out. They were afraid it might because their mechanics were told to replace it before their trip but they found out no one ever did. So now it was on to plan D, E, F or somewhere around there, which was my dad towing it from the front. Just in order to do this he had to pull the drive shaft and hadn’t wanted to mess with that. We weren’t going to rearrange everything again and my car was packed in every seat but mine so my mom ended up riding with him.
He hooked up and drove it all back down to gas station we were at before to have the shop next door pull the drive shaft because he was wore out, we all were. They couldn’t get to it for another hour so he just did it himself. Only problem was that the regular driver of that truck didn’t have everything in there or in the right places like they were supposed to be so it took forever to find the right stuff to get it done. Needless to say they scheduled a drivers meeting 1st thing the next day!
Finally we were ready to try it again. We headed out with this long train and actually made it all the way this time. Although it was almost 4am by the time we got there.
Meanwhile, at the new place they got the U-Haul unloaded and returned. They waited around for a while thinking we would be there but as you can see that didn’t happen. My brother who also works with my parents did hang out close by at their place until we got in town and met us at the new house. Since the next morning was Monday they needed their trucks so everything had to be unloaded off of them. I don’t know how he did it but my dad managed to back that U-Haul trailer into my driveway just perfectly with the “train” all still hooked together. We decided to unload it in the morning and my brother helped to get everything else unloaded from the flatbeds.
We finished up as we watched the sun come up…
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