Well, well, well. D's lease ends at the end of August and he got his keys to the new pad yesterday. Spare room, deck, view, downtown, big kitchen, AWESOME location. Even thought we don't live together and I am not moving into this condo, this is still very exciting for me because I spend a lot of time at his place. So obviously, I was very excited to help him move...So Friday Night.... Get off work, go for a run and head over to help unload the heavy stuff aka bed, couch, coffee table, desk, TV stand, TV. Piece of cake. I worked out every day this last week. I was ready ;)
This is how I envisioned us carrying stuff into the entry way. UMMMM. WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE? This is NOT real life. :)
OH. MY. FRICKIN. GOSH. This is maaaaaaaybe how our first trip looked for the first 15 seconds. Maybe. Probably not. I still haven't gotten used to the fact that I should always carry around my camera. I am now thanking God for not having documentation of this.
We took the bed first. Not my fault my arms aren't long enough to hold a queen size bed! But apparently that is my fault? After dropping it, ripping the mattress pad and dragging it through some leaves, we were barely speaking to each other. Also, I so graciously learned that I do not know "mover's lingo". When someone is screaming at you, "TUCK THE CORNER, TUCK THE CORNER?" what would you do? Apparently 'tuck the corner' means straighten out...? and hooooow am I suppose to know that?
The coffee table? He smacked the edge into my shin on accident?. I slammed the door on his face on purpose.
Couch? He decided it would be "better" if I just "guarded" the TV in the back of the truck while he lugged the couch inside? Brilliant idea to me. Not.
TV? We each carried an edge, but the cord was on my side. If I wasn't walking fast enough the cord would get stuck in the door when it shut. My lovely man informed me, "I know I am being mean, but I don't feel like you are performing to your potential..."????? Ummmmm. Sorry I can't sprint while carrying a HUGE TV. ugh.
By this time, we were speaking one word sentences to each other, COVERED in sweat, starving and had a HUGE mess in the condo. No longer was it fun.
It was the most un-glamorous, un-romantic,un -FUN thing I could EVER imagine doing.
I always envisioned moving in an organized, timely efficient manner.
After I had unzipped a DUFFEL bag full of KITCHEN knives and almost cut my fingers off, Drew days, 'Oh yeah, be careful! That bag is full of knives!' Seriously dude? KNIVES in a duffel bag? Am I dating a serial killer? I was beginning to doubt our future at this point. I swear to God I was.
He was mad it took too long so all the restaurants he wanted to do to were closed. He says I should have told him I couldn't help as much as I thought carrying heavy stuff and we could have gotten other people to help.
I was mad that we didn't have music playing, Chinese takeout, beers open and unpacking like it was done in the movies.
We both got fooled by our expectations. :)
FIVE THINGS I LEARNED DURING OUR NIGHT OF MOVING:
1.) What is important to him... While everything else was just randomly thrown in boxes or duffel bags, his most important possessions were kept close. I actually hit his leg and noticed something hard. He had been carrying his TV remotes in his cargo shorts pockets all night... Priorities, right? ;)
2.) His XBOX 360Live "Gamer-ID tag"... Ya know, the username they use when they play video games against other real life people? His name? HylaFyler. When I asked what it meant, he told me that he wanted to have a username after some cool animals. All taken. Then. He tapped into his college biology degree background and remembered the official scientific name for a tree frog. Hyla. Flya because it is a jumping treefrog. HyLa.Flya. hahahaha. I was dying of laughter. Not only is my baby good at video games, he is nerdy too :)
3.) When things aren't going my way: I get whiny.
4. When things don't go his way, he gets short and snippy :)
5.) Cleaning supplies are important. Kleenex tissues with lotion aren't good for dusting. They get everything lotion-ey.
So we moved everything in, and then we started putting stuff away and organizing. Before I even knew it, I was laughing at something he was saying, and he was telling me what I great idea it was to put the dishes in the cabinet by the sink, instead of by the stove. I couldn't even remember why half an hour ago I literally was ready to sneak out and walk home!
Once we both realized that it was FINE that things weren't going how we were expecting them to go, things were still getting done. I didn't HAVE to be the strongest girl he ever met, and he didn't HAVE to be the the best packer I know.
So instead of Chinese food and beer on the patio for dinner, we had Cheetoh Puffs and a sandwich on the floor around midnight.
And it was one of the most fun times we have ever had together ;) (that being saiiiid... if we ever have to move in the future when we have acquired a LOT of stuff, I think we will splurge for professional movers. That, or a marriage counselor :)
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