Well... *huff huff* We're finally... *huff huff* ...completely out of Nashville. We've technically owned our new home since the beginning of the month, but we had a deal that allowed us to stay in the old house until the 18th. And boy did we need it. Between snow delays, unexpected expenses, and backbreaking work, it's been a hell of a month.
The movers came last week. They worked all day long, but had to stop when the semi was full. They managed to get all of our furniture, but only about two-thirds of our stuff. I swear we're not hoarders. We're collectors. It's not like we had stacks of old newspapers or used diapers in the corner.
For my part, I have a lot of hobbies - D&D, video games, writing, toys, and so on. I love my stuff and I'm glad I finally have a house big enough to display everything. As for my wife, she is creative and loves crafting, and she jumps from project to project such as painting, wood burning, crochet, jewelry making, and so on. She's also an avid reader and owns hundreds of books. Plus we have a large DVD collection.
These hobbies require a lot of space, and I'm surprised we fit all that stuff in our old, 1,024 square foot house. Nothing could have prepared me for how much time and space it took to move at all. There's an old saying about how the things you own end up owning you. I never believed that until now. Still, I like my stuff and want to keep as much of it as possible.
So, after spending an ungodly amount of money on the movers, we still had plenty to move. We spent several days driving up and down, almost three hours each way, loading up our Rogue with boxes. A friend in Nashville offered to let us store some stuff in his garage, so we rented a U-Haul van and put some of our things there.
But the final day was coming, and there was plenty left that had to go. We had to pick out what was important to us, and hired a junk guy to haul off the rest. That was yesterday.
We spent all day working yesterday, packing the Rogue, dropping more stuff off at my friend's garage, filling up both cars for the final load, and cleaning the house. We finished around 10 PM, and finally got home around 2 AM.
Today I'm going to take it easy. Every muscle is screaming at me, and I can't find the energy to do much. The last few weeks have been nothing but packing and moving boxes around, and now I can barely see straight. My wife, who suffers from chronic pain, will probably be in and out of consciousness all day.
The good news is, I found a few cool things I hadn't seen in years. We lived at our old house for 18 years, and some of the stuff in the attic had been there the entire time. I found an original X-Box as well as a PS1 (the cute little slim model they released later) with several games:
I haven't found a controller yet for the PS1, but it's still a nice find. I also found a ton of cool action figures I hadn't seen in a long time.
But we didn't have time to go through all the boxes, so the junk guys probably took away a few things we would have liked to have. We just ran out of time and energy. Oh well, if we didn't miss it in 18 years, it can't have been that important.
I'm going to go to sleep until Tuesday.
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