I am writing this in my new apartment on my new internet sitting on my old couch and facing my old TV, but with a new-to-me coffee table (rescued from the trash, where all the best furniture comes from). Also, a dishwasher! Anyway, I thought I would take a break from unpacking boxes to tell you how the move went, since I have been pestering you with posts about it.
So, I got the keys and went to check out the apartment the day before the move. And there was a small problem, the power was turned off. Which was a bit ominous, but I put in an account turn on request online that night, and the next day, I had POWER! Electrical power, that is.
(Electrical power is less sexy than Shakti: the Power, but more useful for being able to put things in the freezer)
And then the movers carried things up and down and up and down the stairs for 5 hours and it was INSANELY EXPENSIVE. Here’s a handy tip if you want a cheap and fast move: 4 years before your move, when your grandmother dies and your grandfather wants to sell her piano, DON’T get overcome with sentiment and insist on taking it since it was her favorite possession, even though you don’t even play the piano, and thus committing yourself to paying for insanely expensive movers for the rest of your life.
(My not playing the piano is one of the many many ways I am not like Nanda. Also, I could not pull off that much jewelry)
What made the moving less of a complete nightmare was that my parents were nice enough to be there for moral support. My Dad showed the movers how to take off bits of the piano to make it lighter (since it was in his house growing up, he knows it very well), my mother got them snacks because she was worried about them not eating enough (because she is a mother and they spend most of their lives worrying about people not eating enough). And mostly, they were there so I wasn’t that strange young woman with no family or anyone else in her life going through all the stress of moving alone.
(I did not sing them a song in gratitude, but I really should have)
And then I went back to the old apartment and did the depressing cleaning of the old apartment ritual, where you get all nostalgic and sentimental and wonder if this whole move was a huge mistake.
(If Jackie Shroff had ever visited me in my old apartment and played a guitar, then I would have been really really sentimental about it!)
Finally, after 2 hours of cleaning, that was done, and it was time to load all the last little food from the fridge and cleaning supplies into the car and drive over to the new apartment and officially unload everything I own into it.
(It was pretty much nothing at all like this)
So, in total, 12 hours. 3 hours of last minute packing before the movers arrived, 5 hours of movers, 2 hours of cleaning, and another 2 hours of driving and unloading after cleaning. But thank goodness, it was all done in one day! Everything I own is now in one place, not scattered around the city. And I can stop the moving out and moving in part of the process and move on to the unpacking part of it. Just so you have an idea of what I need to unpack, here is a picture of my new living room/dining room:
It doesn’t look that bad until you realize it’s double layer, triple in some spots. And there are another dozen or so boxes in other rooms too. So this will be a fun project for me for the next few months!