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Getting Under Way
Adventures in Moving
M Williams, June 1, 2005 No matter how many times we relocate. Murphy always seems to find us--moving
day nothwithstanding.
On May 31st morning we woke in a surreal world. After months of research and planning, the launch date had arrived. The adrenelin
was enormous. We were making a huge leap into the void, and the time to hesitate was past.We put in a full and heavy day at work, said the cheery good-byes we'd been dreaming of and raced off to get our rental truck.
Murphy put in his first appearance at the dealer's. When we arrived, there was no sign of our truck--or any truck. Many phone calls and many hours later, a solution at last presented itself. We were handed the keys
to a 26-foot monster--as opposed to the 17 foot semi-monster--and a manual on how to attach and load the equally monstrous vehicle transporter before being bid a hardy bon voyage by the staff. I admit we wasted
several dumfounded moments alternately staring at the manual, at the truck and at each other. Eventually we got it done--with appropriate language worthy of the situation--took a deep breath, and hauled ourselves up
into the bohemoth. It felt a bit like being a boatswain at the helm of the Queen Mary. We christened her Goliath.
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We were fifty-three feet long when all was said and done, and it was rush hour--more cars than street to drive them on. Another deep breath
and we shoved off, navigating the tide to arrive at our apartment only six hours behind schedule. |
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