We contracted with a moving company called Two Marines Moving Company. This company came highly recommended. They hire many former military and active duty police looking for additional work. It was a very good choice.
They arrived 30 minutes early (military start early or on time). My first thought when I saw the trucks was ... you are early. I have 30 more minutes left on my time here. Silly, I know but what pops into your brain is not controllable. It is what it is.
I remember stepping outside to help direct them into the space saved for them - they were already on it. No instructions needed. I remember saying to my daughter ... "I will not cry," as tears filled my eyes. So much for mind over matter!
The crew was made up of 5 guys. They were ready to rock! After a short walk through and some discussion they got to work.
I had already arranged for all my friends and family take the final items they were moving and to go on to the air conditioned condo at the start of the move. I would stay while the movers worked. I had my reasons. This was going to be another 100 degree day. The front door would be open. It wouldn't take long for the heat and humidity to fill the house. No sense in all of us standing around (and in the way) sweating. It was a logical move.
But I had an ulterior motive besides the logical one. I wanted this time to be mine alone. I watched as box after box rapidly left the townhouse. They moved all 107 boxes in about 30 minutes.
They wrapped the furniture beautifully. The move went without a hitch. By 12:30 the movers were on the road to the condo with all my stuff. I hung back with the excuse of closing up and putting the air conditioning back on. I alerted my family the movers were on the way. I would follow shortly.
It was a sad time knowing this final step had come to pass. I would be back later that week to pick up a few final items, to arrange for cleaning, to touch up paint and to do all the little things forgotten in the busyness of the morning ... but this time was mine - a final private goodbye to a shelter I loved for almost half of my life.
As I drove away I knew the hardest part was over. When I arrived my family and friends had set out the food, the movers were having lunch, enjoying some cool air, and taking a small break before unloading.
The rest of the day was a blur for me. I was so tired. But I couldn't seem to sit either. Nervous energy I guess. I helped direct the location of items as they came in. My kids helped get the kitchen set up as boxes were delivered. By the end of the day, all the furniture was set in its spots, the kitchen could be used and the bed had sheets on it. We could survive here while the dust settled.
I had survived moving day!
But mini-challenges were ahead ...