Moving woes.
Won't be posting much this week, as I'm buried up to my neck in moving boxes and crates, dust and bags of crap. No broadband in the new house yet either, but it should be in this week some time. This computer and my desk will probably be the last thing to leave. Cats are going this evening, their little boxes are lined up side by side in the hall. I've never seen a more curious Puddy, bushier tailed Bigger of the cats or more nervous one-eyed, Nelly.
The chap who came to eye up the furniture for removal keeps insisting he can get my desk-a massive big thing- out the window in the living room, despite the minor fact that I know it won't fit out said window. Not that I know anything about moving furniture, but the chaps that delivered couldn't get it in that window.
Neither will my big bookcase fit. I mentioned this, but he says it will, so that's that I suppose. I gave up and nodded. Might as well leave him to find out for himself.
Now I've got to go take inventory of everything I ever owned for the insurance. Then sellotape all the cutlery into different groups. Then clean out the hotpress. Then dismantle the bed the bed in the spare room and make sure I stick the screws to the heardboard in a plastic bag so that I don't lose them like the last time.
Isn't moving the biggest pain in the arse ever?
Besos.
FMC
The chap who came to eye up the furniture for removal keeps insisting he can get my desk-a massive big thing- out the window in the living room, despite the minor fact that I know it won't fit out said window. Not that I know anything about moving furniture, but the chaps that delivered couldn't get it in that window.
Neither will my big bookcase fit. I mentioned this, but he says it will, so that's that I suppose. I gave up and nodded. Might as well leave him to find out for himself.
Now I've got to go take inventory of everything I ever owned for the insurance. Then sellotape all the cutlery into different groups. Then clean out the hotpress. Then dismantle the bed the bed in the spare room and make sure I stick the screws to the heardboard in a plastic bag so that I don't lose them like the last time.
Isn't moving the biggest pain in the arse ever?
Besos.
FMC
posted by fatmammycat at 9:20 a.m.
19 Comments:
Oh I feel for you FMC.
I just moved myself and I thought I owned nothing. Turned out I owned 21 boxes of nothing.
Good luck with your move, let the men worry about the bulky furniture :)
Will the cats be able to go out there?
Four times in four years...and Linzi thinks we're only going to be where we are for another two. Good luck, I said, because I'm not moving for at least ten.
Hope it goes smoothly for you.
I've been in this ould cosy hellhole for the past four years, but before that I moved three times in one year. Jaysus, it was brilliant craic altogether. So much so that if I ever have to do it again I'm just throwing away everything I own and buying new things. Yes, even the pets.
6 years is the longest I've ever stayed in the same house. Most places I've lived have been one or two years.
The last move was the first time we've ever used a removal firm rather than hiring a van and doing it ourselves.
Bliss.
Cheers folks, I seem to be making more of a mess as I go. But at least the kitchen is packed now-except the kettle. Right, onwards.
Eva, yep, they have a garden they can schelp about in as soon as they get their bearings.
Although this house is way too big for us, we have decided we'll move out feet first!
Since our last move 13 years ago, we've acquired one cat and 2 children and more STUFF than one could ever imagine. Even if the house is falling down around us, there is NO WAY I'm ever moving all of this crap! Good luck FMC!
IT does suck, as my American brethern would say - I would rather circumcise myself with a rusty blade than move the family again - and we paid movers! That said we will be moving to the east coast in the next 18 months so...
Filthy, covered in slurm, and with only the sitting room left. The apartment looks bare and it is full of weird echos The lamps are gone so the over head lights are on, making everything look really stark and cold.
I'm going for a drink now, then I'm going to load the cats up and bring them up to the new house for their first night. Then I'm going to come back here and start boxing up the books. Blee.
To those of y'all who said they were never moving again I completely understand, to John Mc, may your new home on the East Coast be a forever and ever home.
Right. Rum and coke you say. Don't mind if I do.
I hope it is moving within The City was bad, but from coast to coast gives me the willies. We are moving purely to be close to grandparents and a short flight, (compared to flying from SF), to Ireland. In my book the East Coast pales in comparison with California. God was having a good day when s/he/it, (whom I don't believe in sorta/kinda), made the Cali coastline and NorCal in particular. The East Coast is lovely enoughand we plan on living within a short distance of NY, but the weather on the East Coast is worse than Ireland - baking hot in the summer and freezing cold in the winter. At least Ireland has a mild climate temperature wise.
Moving should present a fabulous opportunity to purge, the reality is that one boxes it all up and seals it and drags it along. Another myth exploded. Do not let the cats out. No matter how much they whine, no matter how much they flatten themselves to the ground, no matter that they get on your last nerve. I mean it. A question-what, exactly, is brown sauce? It sounds, well, brown. Best of luck and do hurry back!
Poots - I heartily disagree. When we last moved our 2 cats, we had the same thought about not letting them out. At 2am when one of them bounced on my face, I tossed their fuzzy little butts out the door and they were FINE!!
John Mc - I heartily agree. I am a southern California transplant to Northern California and it's one of the best moves I ever made. We will be sorry to lose you in the next 18 months...
Well. It's obvious that no one is going for the brown sauce. I really wanted to know. To Bonnie: I guess it depends where one lives and the traffic there. I had one vanish, found days later, miles away, struck and left. The other, struck and left right out front. Neither scene was pretty. Moving cats-not the most flexible of creatures-can be dicey.
Sorry poots. Brown sauce is like yorkshire relish. HP make the best one, it's rich brown, vinegar-y and goes a bomb on chedder and brown bread with white pepper. Hope this helps.
With regards the cats, there would be no way in hell to keep them in. Once the big one discovers he's on terra firma again he'll attempt every thing he can to find a way out. Him and Puddy will be fine, it will be interesting to see the little one-eyes one's reaction, he's never been outside before.
Okay, chaps are coming with the truck in an hour or two, I"d better crack on. So bye folks!
Oh Fmc, I feel your pain, and then some, since we had no chaps to do the muscle work.
Keep pusses in for as long as poss. There will be other cats who will beat the crap out of them because it's their territory.
HO is a bit harsh. I'm actually partial to a bit of Chef brown sauce (jesus, that sounds worse than it is).
But nothing beats the Edinburgh "sauce" they put on their chips.
Bags of crap?
You have to move all your stuff, and you bring bags of crap as well?
Not a good plan. You'll only stress yourself out that way. You can fill as many bags as you like with crap after you move, if that's what you really want to do.
Congratulations for moving to your new house.
You are so stressed by moving to your house. I hope you had a very satisfying week moving.
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