I’ve been so excited all this week about the post I was going I write today, it was going to have cute pictures of my moving truck arriving, crates being opened, and my house taking shape while Paul and I directed a symphony of movers……. Um the only trouble is, that’s not quite how things have gone.
I opened the door at 7:40 this morning, so I could send Emmie on her way to school, with the intention of cleaning up after breakfast, getting Isaac out the door, running to the store to get some drinks for the movers, and then I was going to wait for the housing movers to come and remove all of the loaner furniture we have been using, so that our household goods could be brought in at 11:00. Paul had to run into work this morning to give a briefing, but was supposed to be back by 8:30, so we had plenty of time to do everything.
Except, when I opened the door at 7:40 this morning, the household goods movers were standing on the doorstep waiting to move 16 giant shipping crates worth of stuff into my house. They immediately started moving the government furniture into the hallway, and then moving our household goods inside. I hadn’t even vacuumed yet.
Now, I shouldn’t complain too much, at least they were here on the right day, but I couldn’t say the same for the time in which they arrived. It was far too early. But on the flip side, I’d rather them be early than late. My friend recommended this company to us, which is very similar to a place like CSA Transportation that she used. They’re experts in transporting goods from place to place so of course, we had to use them. And everything arrived in one piece… but just not at the right time. I then spent the next almost 2 house with people shouting box numbers at me so that I could mark down on the inventory sheet what was here.
Paul was frantically called at 8:30, he didn’t answer. He was @&*#! Texted at 9:00 when he hadn’t come home yet, and then I almost cried when he called at 9:30 saying he was on his way home. Stuff was going crazy in the house as all of my walls were getting banged, about 50% of the furniture is visibly damaged, and I have anxiety about stuff getting ruined as it is, let alone watching people lean antique pieces this way and that……
Paul ran in and managed to let me escape to go buy those drinks so I didn’t have to watch the chaos, and when I got back he handed me money to go get a pedicure and he sent me off again, which was so amazing of him because I really was on the verge of tears after hearing something drop, what sounds like cursing in Korean, and then “it was already broken” in English, for the 5th or 6th time of the morning. I’m not to return home until after the movers leave, so that I can then survey the damages, and take pictures in order to document everything for insurance, since I notice everything.
As a side note, most harassing pedicure ever too, I keep turning the massage chair off because I don’t like them, and the lady (who only speaks Korean) keeps Turing it back on, so now I am shaking and being poked in the back and bottom while trying to type, and she’s really being rough! I came to the place on base because I wasn’t feeling like I should wander too far afield, but now I wish I had been more adventurous, as I have heard wonderful things about those salons…… I’m not sure if I’m just being an Eeyore or not, but it’s not quite as successful as hoped for.
Anyway, stuff’s here, it just remains to be seen if my sanity remains intact! Sorry about any typos, I’m shaking and typing from my phone, and doubt I’ll fix any mistakes later on, they can stand as a record of my unexpected morning.