Moving Woes

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Yesterday Lane and I went to the U-Haul in San Rafael to pick up our moving storage box. We pulled into the parking lot and saw a few plywood boxes covered in tarps and Lane ominously said "I hope those aren't for us." They were. Gulp.

Apparently U-Haul expects people to fit two-bedroom apartments in tiny plywood boxes that give me the creeps because they look like murder huts from the set of the first season of True Detective.

While Lane turned to Google, I went in and canceled our reservation for the plywood moving hut. By the time I got back to the car, he was already on the phone with a moving company getting the first of many, many quotes. We drove back home and re-grouped, while fielding more moving quote calls. Turns out the company that called us first had the best price and the most realistic estimated space bid. I mean, some of these companies were quoting us $3000 for 200 cubic feet of space. I had a Zoolander moment and screamed, in my head, "It needs to be at least...three times the size of this!"

We mulled the changed plans over on the patio at the deli, hit up PetCo for new travel carriers and Giants-themed ID tags and Trader Joe's for all of the frozen meals. We returned to our boxed up apartment, confirmed the moving quote and scheduled the pick up for Thursday. Then I faceplanted on our stripped mattress, wishing I could tesser to Friday afternoon.

Did I also mention that it was 95 degrees yesterday?

Elliott was at daycare, so it could have been so much worse in that U-Haul parking lot. We picked him up in the late afternoon and dined on crackers and cheese served on the finest of paper plates. Lane and I drank our CVS wine out of plastic cups I found in the back of the cabinet above the fridge. The cats tried on their new collars and pouted. We gave Elliott a bath and put him to bed nice and early (we'd had a very late night on Sunday visiting with family), then watched Portlandia until we fell asleep.

As much as I don't want to leave, I cannot wait until we're in the air and Indianapolis-bound. Phew.

P.S. We looked into pet shipping services and some company wants $4500 to basically Uber your cat across the country. They even provide bottled water. Newsflash: my cats lick each other's butts. You can keep your fancy bottled water

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