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In other words, we finally were able to go get our belongings out of my parents' attic and bring them back to our apartment yesterday. We left just after shabbos, so as to be able to make a start nice and early on Sunday.
This was immediately complicated by the fact that Uhaul mis-scheduled our truck reservation, so that we had to go a number of towns over to pick up the truck, rather than in either of the locations we requested, and we couldn't get the truck until noon. So we spent the morning moving things down from the attic, doing a small amount of sorting, etc. We ended up leaving a number of boxes of my books (novels, etc, rather than school/work/sefarim sorts of books), as we had worries about space (not to mention the couple other boxes that we left by accident (namely the blech, and my few pesakh things), but oh well...)
At 11ish, my (maternal) grandparents came over- it was good to see them- I hadn't seen them since our wedding. A little later, Dad and H went off to get the uhaul, and I stayed and got a chance to talk to my grandma for a bit. I'm very grateful to H for taking care of the vast majority of the truck-related tasks (including the driving, and coordinating where things should go in the truck, when we loaded it). Of course, getting the truck took longer than expected, as- get this- we were scheduled to pick it up at 12, because the last person to use it was scheduled to return it at 11:50. And of course, they were late. What total nonsense.
In any case, they returned with the truck, and we stopped to have lunch before we started moving boxes out and packing them in. This got exciting, as everyone helped- including my mostly-blind, 80-year-old grandfather. He and Mom were a team (i.e. she kept him from walking into anything), and he actually did remarkably well. It was quite a thing to watch- but I really give the rest of my family kudos for facilitating a set-up where he could feel useful and involved in our project. (My grandmother was kind enough to do the lunch dishes, while the rest of us shlepped.)
Once we had everything packed, we got on the road. The trip went quite smoothly, especially considering that we were in a truck (a small truck, but nevertheless).
At our apartment, H brought boxes to the door of our building, and I brought them into our apartment (with the exception of one box that was just too bulky and heavy for me to manage). Now there are many, many boxes all over our apartment. Hopefully today we'll do some serious unpacking and making some sort of order in here.
As soon as we got the boxes in, we went to return the truck. It's a good thing we did- while the place as "24 hour dropoff", there was only 1 space left in that lot (besides a handicapped space) when we got there (around 7, after getting very briefly lost in the Bronx, during which I rather surprisingly briefly manifested some spacial sense). As it was, that space was rather crowded-into by a truck in the next space. H was a real parking champ. Then we took the subway-replacement shuttle back, which dropped us at 207th. Rather than taking the A only a stop or two, at that point, we just walked the rest of the way back, including one accidental detour. But it worked out quite nicely, and I don't think anyone (reasonable) would say that we skimped on our exercise yesterday (first: carrying boxes from attic to ground floor. Second: carrying boxes from sunroom to truck. Third: carrying boxes from truck to apartment. Fourth: walking a bit over a mile, included a few significant uphills, from dropoff point of shuttle to home.) I now see why![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zodiacmg said that he wishes he hadn't neglected stretching, after moving his things.
But now, after several years, I finally have access to almost all of my things. It's quite novel.
This was immediately complicated by the fact that Uhaul mis-scheduled our truck reservation, so that we had to go a number of towns over to pick up the truck, rather than in either of the locations we requested, and we couldn't get the truck until noon. So we spent the morning moving things down from the attic, doing a small amount of sorting, etc. We ended up leaving a number of boxes of my books (novels, etc, rather than school/work/sefarim sorts of books), as we had worries about space (not to mention the couple other boxes that we left by accident (namely the blech, and my few pesakh things), but oh well...)
At 11ish, my (maternal) grandparents came over- it was good to see them- I hadn't seen them since our wedding. A little later, Dad and H went off to get the uhaul, and I stayed and got a chance to talk to my grandma for a bit. I'm very grateful to H for taking care of the vast majority of the truck-related tasks (including the driving, and coordinating where things should go in the truck, when we loaded it). Of course, getting the truck took longer than expected, as- get this- we were scheduled to pick it up at 12, because the last person to use it was scheduled to return it at 11:50. And of course, they were late. What total nonsense.
In any case, they returned with the truck, and we stopped to have lunch before we started moving boxes out and packing them in. This got exciting, as everyone helped- including my mostly-blind, 80-year-old grandfather. He and Mom were a team (i.e. she kept him from walking into anything), and he actually did remarkably well. It was quite a thing to watch- but I really give the rest of my family kudos for facilitating a set-up where he could feel useful and involved in our project. (My grandmother was kind enough to do the lunch dishes, while the rest of us shlepped.)
Once we had everything packed, we got on the road. The trip went quite smoothly, especially considering that we were in a truck (a small truck, but nevertheless).
At our apartment, H brought boxes to the door of our building, and I brought them into our apartment (with the exception of one box that was just too bulky and heavy for me to manage). Now there are many, many boxes all over our apartment. Hopefully today we'll do some serious unpacking and making some sort of order in here.
As soon as we got the boxes in, we went to return the truck. It's a good thing we did- while the place as "24 hour dropoff", there was only 1 space left in that lot (besides a handicapped space) when we got there (around 7, after getting very briefly lost in the Bronx, during which I rather surprisingly briefly manifested some spacial sense). As it was, that space was rather crowded-into by a truck in the next space. H was a real parking champ. Then we took the subway-replacement shuttle back, which dropped us at 207th. Rather than taking the A only a stop or two, at that point, we just walked the rest of the way back, including one accidental detour. But it worked out quite nicely, and I don't think anyone (reasonable) would say that we skimped on our exercise yesterday (first: carrying boxes from attic to ground floor. Second: carrying boxes from sunroom to truck. Third: carrying boxes from truck to apartment. Fourth: walking a bit over a mile, included a few significant uphills, from dropoff point of shuttle to home.) I now see why
zodiacmg said that he wishes he hadn't neglected stretching, after moving his things.But now, after several years, I finally have access to almost all of my things. It's quite novel.