The Post-It Place

Ok, so I told you how Bric and I met. What I haven’t told you about is the big move. It is quite a feat to move a whole house of stuff from one side of the country to another. It was decided near the end of  February that Bric was going to move to Georgia. And would be here the first week of April. So, that gave us one month basically to make all of the arrangements. I had to find a larger house. He had to find some California Movers . I had to find another vehicle (who in San Diego drives?). He had to get a plane ticket. I had to start helping him to find a job. He had to seriously look for a job.

It was a constant back and forth of all the things that needed to be done and be done quickly. All the while everyone in our families think we have totally lost our minds and us beginning to agree at times. Thank goodness I wasn’t Moving To California, it would have been much worse. I don’t think I could have mentally handled it at all and then Bric would not only have had a whole new family to deal with but he would have been committing me to an asylum.

See, the thing with California Moving Companies is that only a few of them go cross country. So after searching through all of the California International Movers – we finally find one that will transport everything across the country to GA. So, I leave it all up to Bric to make sure everything in his apartment is packed and ready to go. The movers arrive and get everything loaded up, Bric then goes to the airport and catches a plane to GA. Fast Forward a few weeks. We are all happily living in our cute little house living life to the fullest and then it happens. The moving truck arrives.

Yep, the moving truck arrives. They open the doors and I see it. He brought EVERYTHING. Now, when I say everything…I mean EVERYTHING. Bric is a pack-rat. I had specifically asked him to make sure he went through everything and tossed all the junk, the gazillion boxes of papers, etc. You know what he did? He paid the moving guys to help him just toss everything in even more boxes and throw it on the truck. At the last minute. SO now, we have paid these guys to bring half a truckload of furniture and treasured belongings and half a truckload of landfill material. And it most of it wasn’t even packed. Just tossed into the truck  which had become unstable, throwing all the stuff around in the drive over.

We paid people to take a huge load of garbage from one coast to another just to be thrown away. Seriously. And because of the way it was loaded into the truck it all ended up just being unloaded into the front yard until it could be determined what it was, where it went and all that jazz. Talk about a HUGE mess.

The moral? NEVER, ever leave it to a pack-rat to move by himself. NEVER, ever leave it to an unorganized man to move by himself. If you do, then it will truly look like you are a redneck because you will have stuff littered all over your yard for weeks.