The move is done

Well, I have now moved to Lincoln. That was quite the ordeal. On the days leading up to the move and the moving day it's self, it was the hottest that it could have been. I got the truck on Friday morning and all seemed well. Then we started the packing process into the truck. That's when I realized that I still had a bit more to get organized. I never realized just how much little odd crap that I had and, well, that I still have. Packages of stickie notes, various baskets to put the packes of stickie notes in, and the wealth of pens and highlighters. I think the pens and highlighters turned up just to spite me. I can't tell you how many times over the years that I was looking for either. The next question is do they work to any degree.

At first the loading of the truck went really well and looked good. Then the time came to added the newly organized stuff and all the stuff that we had been using all week while my dad and brother were here. It seemed like we quickly ran out of space and needed to unload and reload the truck several times. Well, that didn't happen but it did get hotter and hotter as the day wore on. After what seemed like an eternity and endless boxs with things getting thrown in them. It seemed like we were close to being done. IT looked like there were going to be a few furtinure sacrifices to be made, but I was ok with that. When it comes down to it, none of the furniture was really mine to begin with. We went out to eat.

After eating, I dropped off my dad and my brother and headed over to my friend Heidi's parents house. I saw Heidi, Julie, and Doug one last time. I worked with Heidi and Julie for the past two years and we had started to play cards every other Friday night. Doug is Heidi's brother and will be moving into the house shortly. Goodbyes are funny things. I was hoping that I could say bye to Heidi's parents, but they had already gone to bed. Regaurdless, the goodbyes were said and I left the house.

I came back and found my dad and my brother had figured out how to get the rest of the furniture into the truck, so there would be none left behind. My dad left for the night. He was staying back in Minneapolis to finish up getting the house ready for Doug. My brother and I continued packing. This packing was more for the stuff that was still going to be left behind like family stuff and the like. We were wrapping and taping until about 2:30 am. Our plan to leave by 8:00 am was looking really early to me.

The morning came quickly. After some final loading, drugging of the cats, and a breakfast at Perkins, I was off. I was driving the truck and my brother was leaving later with my car. I wasn't sure if the truck had a speed restrictor on it, so that's why the early start. I quickly found out that there was no speed restriction on the truck. That made for a quicker trip that planned. I think I would have gone insane only being able to listen to the radio for eight to nine hours.

I got to the apartment and stepped outside. I think I melted a little bit. I began to unload what I could. My borther came in about 45 minutes later. It was a long night of unloading. There was a time when I thought that I wasn't going to make it. We finished at about 1:30 am. Next time I move, two words...Professional Movers.