Ah moving, though art a heartless, well you know

Sweet baby rays moving sucks!  Everything about it is awful!  The packing, the driving, the loading and then the unloading, and finally at last the unpacking.  That stage where you take everything out of those blasted boxes and feel a little of your sanity slip away. 

And that's where I am right now.  Loosing my mind to the piles of boxes.  Thankfully we have internet now.  And Craigslist, can't forget that.  We were able to get a sweet sectional sofa for free, and its even in good condition!

This move has me thinking a lot about our last move.  Where in the space of five weeks we got married, went on a honeymoon, moved to Pennsylvania, bought a house, bought a dog, started med school for DrH, and started interior design school for me.  We apparently don't do things the normal way.  

Well, this time was no different.  The actually events were different of course, but the fevered pitch, that stayed.  Sunday morning we left Pennsylvania for Idaho, in a vibe full of stuff with a car topper full of stuff and a truck full of stuff dragging a trailer full of stuff.  Driving straight we made it to Idaho on Tuesday morning.  We then hung out with family for a couple of days before leaving on Friday morning.  Traveling all night on Friday we made it to California on Saturday morning.  

Around this time we found out that the original apartment we were looking at would take another 2 weeks to move into.  You can imagine how well this went over given that we were roughly 18 hours away from actually BEING in California.  So we found another place.  Getting into town at 10, we toured the place at 10:30, started the paperwork at 11:00, signed the lease at 2:30, and started moving our stuff in at 3:30.  By 6, we were dressed up and fancy at the local Sheraton where we chatted with a bunch of med people at the hospital's welcome dinner.  Sunday we continued to unpack the truck, got a sofa, looked for a frig (because in this area of California apartments don't come with them.  Yeah, weirded me out too), and eventually passed out so that DrH could get to orientation at 6:30 in the morning. 

So here I am, unpacking after a crazy weekend.  Waiting for DrH to come home so that we can go pick up the moving dolly and frig we got off of Craigslist and wondering what I did in my past lives for karma to kick me so hard.  

Moral of the story?  Moving sucks.  Next time, I pay people.  I wish.