We finally got all the details worked out and the money in the landlord's hand. We ordered a 27' moving truck, called our friends and set the date for Saturday July 31, 2010. We were to take possession of our new house on August 1, 2010. So excited!
My friend, Sasha, showed up, on Saturday, with her three kids and ex-husband, "D", in tow. Now that's dedication! Gotta love that girl. Muah! Ashlie, our roomie, called her friend, Mike, then locked up the dog. Now the sweating, lifting, grunting and commotion began. Sasha started in the attic (God love her!). She brought down about a half-ton of holiday decorations and memorabilia for future scrapbooks. Next, Ashlie went into the attic and the two of them continued that way until the entire attic was emptied. Including all of Karl's stuff! (Geeez!) Kevin, D, and Mike carried all the heavy items and took on the arduous task of putting everything in the moving van safely. Thank God for them!
In the meantime I had to go in the house and break down the bedrooms. All the everyday items had to be packed still and the "movers" had to know which items were to go and which were to stay. I got most of that sorted out. Our closets were mostly packed so just had to be unloaded.
At this point I started loading up our personal truck. Savannah was to ride with me and together we were to transport the ferrets safely to the new house. Plus, we wanted the computers and printers in the truck for safety reasons as well. I got most of the truck loaded up and was ready to tuck smaller items in and around the larger ones when it hit me. I didn't make room for the ferrets! Now, amidst all the other work, I had to unload the truck and start all over! Ugh! Only me, right? Well, it ended up working out for the best, not only because the ferrets actually made it in the move but I fit much more than I did the first time.
Thankfully D ordered some pizzas for lunch. We each took small breaks and then, whether we had everything or not, the truck was full. Every one of us lost seventeen pounds of water weight that day. It is hot in South Florida and we were only going deeper! Our wonderful friends took that opportunity to go home for some S&R. (Shower and relaxation!) We were all exhausted and, just like a mom, I was the last to quit working and shower. We watched a little television and finally passed out cold.
The next eh-hem, morning, and by morning I mean elevenish, we got dressed, ate some bagels, and packed up the fridge. We made some room in the back of the truck for our patio set and I kept shoving more and more things in both trucks. Eventuall we could fit no more and had to start the engines and hit the road.
The last picture I took was of Ashlie leaning against the garage with a sad, forlorn look on her face. It tugged at my heart to say good-bye but move ahead we must.
Buh-bye Port St. Lucie. New adventures await.
