Moving - the great game of "hurry up and wait." You sit around, puttering, thinking of all the things that need to be done, but that you really can't do until plans are set in motion. So you do what you think you can, find little odd jobs, do the minor stuff, waiting for the calls. Then, the wheels are put in motion, and suddenly it's all rush, rush, rush! Nothing happening, then everything at once!
Tuesday afternoon, Hans called the relo company to find out what was going on with the movers, since we hadn't heard from them yet. Good thing he did, too - seems a few wires had gotten crossed, and someone said they had spoken with us when they hadn't. So he got that all sorted and was told that someone would be in touch.
Yesterday he got the call from them making "initial contact." Lots of conversation, but no firm dates or times. Finally, after about four calls coordinating this, that and the other (he was sweet enough to tell them to call him, not me, unless absolutely necessary, since I freak out when my phone rings!), we got some dates set....
Someone will be here tomorrow - Friday - to go through the house with us and estimate how big the load is going to be, and how long it will take to pack. Usually, they give you dates then. However, because we're a rush move, they had already given us the packing/loading dates of August first, second and third. Not quite the dates we had hoped for, but it works out well enough. However, we still don't know for sure when they'll be delivering. They could deliver the third/fourth, or it could be some other date.
So now we're running around doing the final things that need to be done before the movers come - we have today and tomorrow, maybe Saturday morning, to do them - and getting it all squared away. That also means setting the dates for utility cut offs, service stops, mail stops, etc, none of which could be done until we knew when we'd be out of the house.
The stinky part of it all is that we get the girls back on the Saturday before the movers come, and I will have to come back here that Sunday to meet the movers, so I'll essentially get a few hours with the girls, then drive from NOLA to Winter Garden for 3-5 days (depending on how long it takes them to pack and load and takes me to clean and drive) after having not seen them for a month. Plus, we've had to ask Hans' mom, who is in the middle of her own move/renovation, to watch the girls that week I'll be gone, because Hans will already be working at that point.
Of course, this is the norm, especially with this type of move - nothing happening, then everything at once, so none of it was surprising. Stressful, yes; surprising, no. Still the wheels are in motion, and we have something to work towards. There's motivation to actually do the things that need to be done because we're no longer holding off, wondering if we're going to be stuck for weeks without belongings or what have you.
Now it's time to head out and give the lawn one last mow, take out the trash, and finish packing the flammables. Today is going to be a full day, tomorrow even moreso. Here's hoping this ol' body holds out as long as I need her to, too!
Yep, time to head out with my tin cup chalice to toast this house goodbye....
Moving is so stressful but so exciting at the same time! Good luck! Hope it all goes smoothly.
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