Wow guys. Like wow. The last 2 days have been insane! The idea of moving again was dreadful. I hated leaving NY, it had become my home but I knew that I needed something new. San Francisco turned out to be exactly what I needed, even with the lay-off. I made a lot of great friends and discovered that I knew where I needed to go next in order to fulfill my goals. I had to move out of SF. The plan was to find a subletter (which I did in one day), move back with my mom in WI, leave my pets in WI, and head out to LA to find work. Little did I know that Fri, Feb 26 was going to be as emotionally and physically draining as it turned out to be.
After I got my container delivered on Thursday, I knew that my loveseat wouldn’t fit into the storage unit I got from Door to Door. I should have gotten 2 storage units, but no, I thought, “All my stuff can fit in this!” Optimistic, too optimistic. Thursday night was a bit painful, I had dropped off my scooter to the lady who I sold it to. I was so cryingly sad. Ugh. How in the world do we become attached to material possessions? Friday I was finalizing the paperwork with the new owner and was running around during the day. Before I headed out I made this video that had been brewing in my brain for a few days:
I get back to my place and the Mexicans show up to move my stuff. No lie dude, Mexicans: http://techforpeople.net/~lrcl/article.php/hire_workers
Oh man, we got my queen sized bed in and I was like “Balls. My crap is not going to fit.” I gotta defend myself right away here cause I know so many people are like “Why don’t you sell your stuff and start over?” Ok, that would be great but I was raised by a hoarder. I’ve been trying to get rid of my crap since I moved out of my mom’s place. I donated over 8 BIG bags to Goodwill in NY and 3 big bags to Goodwill in SF and did a rummage sale and craigslist (CL) in SF. I got rid of a lot of stuff. I also had a good job in NY and was able to afford nice stuff and I just can’t toss it. No one was buying anything on CL and I just could not justify tossing things in the trash when I had paid so much for X, Y, or Z. I believe it’s much more cost effective to store the stuff for about $50/mo than to buy everything over again. Yes, it’s much more freeing to be without anything, but it’s a pain in the ass to go buy everything over again. Especially when you’ve worked so hard to get it in the first place. So, I had to figure out a way to get another container and load it within the next few hours.
The first container was filled by 4pm on Friday. I still needed to clean up my apartment so that I could get my deposit back. My flight was leaving at noon the next day for Milwaukee and had to be at the airport by 10am because I was traveling with pets (dog and cat) and needed to check in 2 bags. I called Door to Door and the soonest they could have another storage unit out was Tuesday. I was not going to be there!!! My ultra-super nice neighbors (Lisa and Erik) said they could sign for the unit on Thursday and watch over the movers. Great! But there was a new tenant moving into my apartment Sunday night.
My neighbors suggested that since I found the new tenant, that maybe she would let me keep my stuff in the walk-in closet. I called the new tenant and she was totally cool with the plan. I called my apartment manager (Pete), also very nice, and he said, “No, you need your stuff out of there. You can move it to the basement and store it there.” I was fine with that, but I needed someone to help me move my stuff and he already had plans for the night. I was suppose to have dinner with my pal Carolynn, but I told her to come over instead and she offered to help with the big stuff.
Pete, came over and showed me exactly what to clean, spackled my walls, and gave me some paint for touching up. He was awesome. I started working on the stuff and before my friend came over I got a phone call from Door to Door. Amazingly they were going to have an empty container tomorrow (Saturday) and could swap out my filled container with an empty one! What!? Yes! I called Lisa and Erik and they were totally cool with the new plan, but now I needed movers for tomorrow and it was already 6pm. Pete stopped by one more time to drop off paint and I told him what had happened. He asked me what time I needed movers and I said, “Noon. Why? I’ll pay you!” So he called his buddy and BAM! I had movers! WHAT?!
Carolynn and Keith (the sweetest fiancé in the universe) came over and I told her my new news. We walked up to my apartment and I showed her all my stuff in the closet. “Damn! Nice bike!” I was like, “I tried to sell it, you want it?” So we took it out and Keith looked it over while me and Carolynn chatted over my cleaning. We then popped over to Walgreens so I could pick up Easy Off and a padlock for my new container. In the time we walked to Walgreens and back, Carolynn had remembered she left her office keys (which she needed because she had work over the weekend — she’s a nutritionist and had clients scheduled for the weekend) back in Santa Barbra. She called a coworker, luckily got a hold of her. Conveniently, the coworker lived within blocks of my apartment, which was great, cause they didn’t have a car (and the bus is stupid slow in SF). We get back to my place and chat and they decide to buy my bike! WHAT WHAT?!
After Carolynn and Keith’s visit, I’m seriously focused on cleaning with my fave songs playing in the background. Let me tell you, cleaning the oven took over 2 hours. I mean SERIOUSLY cleaning it. Under the grates, where the burners are and crust is burnt on to everything. Nasty. Then I wiped the walls and then touched up with paint. The windows were nasty in my apartment because I lived right next to a busy street and there was soot all over the frames. Uck. I did a little bit of the floors, but it was 3am until I was satisfied enough to sleep.
I slept on my leather loveseat with Emmie (dog) curled in the nook of my legs and Lily (cat) on my hip. I woke up at 6:45am, before my alarm, and started cleaning some more before Pete came over to inspect at 8am. I went upstairs at 8:05am to get him and he came down, with a form in his hand and a camera in the other to go over the inspection. He took pictures and noted things that I had no control over (like cracks in the ceiling and floor) and told me a few things to clean up again just to make sure. Pete left around 9am, which was just enough time for me to walk Emmie and dump off some unopened food to Lisa and Erik, who were driving me to the airport in their itty-bitty Mini. Yes, a very tight fit.
I get to the checkout counter and the lady there takes my ID and goes to the back office for about 15 minutes. She comes back, “You can’t board the plane with 2 pets. You have to buy an extra seat for the other pet and the plane is overbooked by 3 passangers.”
Emmie is registered as a service dog. I have flown with her on a plane, about, 6 times. Because she is a service dog, she flies for free and I have the choice of either putting her in a carrier or letting her sit on my lap.
When I called to book the flight I told the woman, “I have a service dog. Now, can I have both her and my cat with me when I fly.” She had told me, “Yes. Your dog can sit in your lap and your cat can go under the seat in front of you.”
So when the lady at the counter told me I could not fly with 2 pets, I diligently noted that my dog was a service dog and did not require an extra ticket purchase. I also told her that I had already discussed this when I had purchased my ticket. She went to the back office again for 15 minutes.
She comes back, “You can’t board the plane with 2 pets. You have to buy an extra seat for the other pet.” I lose it. I start BALLING. I tell her to get her manager. She tells me that it’s the people who book the tickets make the call and that I have to call them. I get the number, call them, wait on hold for 20 minutes, and am still crying when I talk to the representative. I tell her what happens and she calls her supervisor. [internal]<<WHAT THE FUCK AIR TRAN!? Why don’t you have your shit together? Seriously! >> I’m on hold for another 20 minutes. She comes back to tell me that her supervisor is calling the airport and telling them to let me board with both of my pets.
Thank god. I go through airport security, with everyone looking at me because I have 2 animals, eyes swollen and face red. When I get to the security line with the walk through detector, they ask me to de-leash my dog and take the cat out of the bag. What the fuck? So I do it, and because my pets rule the effing hizzouse, my cat is calmly in my arms and my dog obediently follows me through.
I get to the gate and Door to Door calls me, my new container has arrived. Cool. I call Lisa and the loading begins. I’m on the plane and my pets are awesome. Lily is quite and Emmie is calm on my lap. I sign up for WiFi and find out my loveseat still does not fit into the container! So, it’s gotta go. Pete and Lisa can’t store it and Pete doesn’t want to put it in the basement, so they decide to leave it in the lobby of the complex with a sign saying, “$150 OBO” with my number. I’m like, whatever, do it.
The plane ride was easy and getting my luggage was a breeze. Then 10 minutes later I get a call, “Hey! This is Vinny. I live in apt 15 and I saw that you had your loveseat for sale and would like to make an offer.” WHATTHEFUCKISHAPPENING!?!?!?! I call him back and BAM! Couch sold!
I learned so much from this experience:
- Never underestimate how much stuff you have
- It’s cheaper to get more units at once than at a time (Door to Door is cheap, look into them if you’re moving soon)
- I now know how to properly clean an oven
- I know the most amazing, friendly, giving people ever and am eternally grateful
- I have a lot of goddam luck on my side