I was surprised Saturday at just how easy it was to have everything cleared out of my apartment and on the truck. I was standing in the dining room with trash and traces of a ‘man’s’ move everywhere and didn’t feel much of anything.
A part of me thought I’d feel something. A little emotion, sadness, a tug at the heart, but it was weird. I just stood there with an indifference. The moving day was such a whirlwind. My Dad showed up at 6:45..thank goodness I was up and about already drinking my Dunkin’, and by 8 the first helper showed up. By 8:15, 4 more showed up and by 8:30 2 more. I was shocked so many gave up a part of their Saturday morning to help me move.
My friend provided the donuts and orange juice, along with my entertainment (the only other female with me), and the guys were able to knock the entire move out in an hour. It remained a fun day. Who can say moving day was fun and not stressful? Well, I actually can! This is a rarity, I do realize.
After strapping everything down nice and tight, we got started on the 1 1/2 hour drive, and though I felt guilty, I passed my Dad with the trailer on the freeway so I could drive ‘my speed’. 55mph doesn’t sit well with me. Only my Dad and I were around to unload everything into my storage unit, but we managed to complete it in a little over an hour and keep everything light. A Christmas miracle indeed. Especially when I saw my new dresser leg had a scuff and my couch had dust all over it. Biting the tongue comes in handy at this point.
Its hard to throw fits when I think of all the help I had that morning.
I went back to the apartment yesterday to finish off the cleaning to return all the keys, and again it wasn’t weird. After meeting with the landlord who gave me two thumbs up on the cleanliness, I walked through one last time for good measure and said goodbye.
..I said goodbye to an apartment. Ok, that’s weird, but its what I do.
After so much stress and being so overwhelmed, it was a relief to find I wasn’t attached to this place. Maybe deep down I always knew it wasn’t where I would stay, where I’d settle, so I never allowed myself to have that emotional attachment to it, who knows, but I closed the door one last time and didn’t look back.
I see a lot of new things. A lot of adventures and that fresh start I talk (to myself) so much about. This is it.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Easier than I thought
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6 comments:
I totally understand the act of "saying goodbye" to an apartment; after all, it is was your sanctuary for four years (four, right?) and undoubtedly the place where so many memories were made.
Girl, fill me in on all these new adventures you are seeing. I'm a HUGE fan of fresh starts. And I'm a really good cheerleader. :)
xo
Alan and I have been looking at other houses. I think a big part of me would/will be so sad to leave. I am glad it wasn't as bad as you thought it would be.
I'm glad it wasn't hard... and I hope you are feeling light and refreshed!!
So proud of you friend! On to new adventures!
glad things went so smoothly! It is amazing how we can think we are so attached to something, only to find out we don't really miss it when it's gone. Good luck settling into your new place!
What!! Fill me in dangit!
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