Never ever again. No way. Packing, renting a truck, hassling your friends, changing your address, arranging utilities, unpacking, dripping money everywhere along the way, chipping your furniture, scratching the walls - they can all kiss my ass.
Never again!
Ummmm…what if you get evicted?
Yeah, but did 2 of your 3 moving vehicles break down during the process? I didn’t think so. Couldn’t have been worse than my move!
And the evil USPS still isn’t forwarding my mail. Grrrr.
Does it rain every single time you move? Huh? and did the guys you paid to help you move cruise your old place afterwards, fortunately we were still there so they couldn’t break in the steal the stuff we still had left there.
The good thing though about moving is that everything gets clean. Right? Uhm, right? or am I the only one that washing EVERY dish before it gets put away. And washing ALL of the linens before storage in the linen cupboard.
Ahhh, moving. A subject close to my heart.
After my second to the last move, I made a pact with myself-
First- Even if I need to take out a loan, I hire movers to move my shit. I don’t care if it’s only across the hall, I will get movers.
Second- Since my friends and I are about even on having people help, or helping others move, I will no longer- never, fucking ever- help anyone else move. I don’t care if, “It’s only one thing. It’ll only take a second”, no way, no how- I ain’t doing it.
If you’re moving and you need help? I’ll give you some money- for keeps- for whatever it is you want, either movers or beer money to bribe the others, but that’s it. I won’t be there, I won’t stop by till your done, so take my cash instead.
I’ve had only one move myself under this new system of mine, and while others worried and lugged my shit around, I was up the street having lunch and a beer. On the friend side, I’ve had two times where I’ve given forty bucks cash instead of being there worrying and lugging their shit around.
How can I sum up both experiences? I’m smiling from ear to ear. And oddly enough, I think my friends respect me more now, for offering cash, than they ever did when I busted my ass helping them.
Words to live by, Trekiak, words to live by.
Y’know, I said this like eight weeks ago. Then I found that the walls of my apartment building are very thin. (Sample dialogue from my next-door neighbors: “Yes. Mmmm. Oh, god, yes. MMMMHhhhhmmm. Yes! Yes! YEEESSSSS!”) And some of my neighbors like to party 24/7 when they’re not sleeping through whatever classes they’ve signed up for over at the U. (Sample dialogue from neighbors two floors up, out on their balcony at 4 a.m.: “WHOOOO! Fuck this is some good beer! Dude, where’d you get this beer? It fuckin’ rocks!”)
I think I’m moving in six months, when my lease expires.
I actually don’t mind moving. Montrealers probably move more often than anybody else on the planet but refugees; so far I’ve moved three times on my own. (In fact, today I’m celebrating the first time I’ve ever had a lease renewed.)
You sort of make a game out of throwing masses and masses of stuff out, boxing everything, etc., etc. Yea, it’s all a big chore, but still.
Besides, it’s a bonding experience between me and my parents. And all my furniture except my chest of drawers disassembles.