A month after we moved in, our stuff finally moved in with us. I hired two guys who were not a little reminiscent of Lenny and Squiggy to pack up the U-Haul at the storage units, and then unpack it at the condo (re: haul all the heavy, bulky furniture up the stairs and maneuver it onto elevators and down hallways.)
It was probably the best $200 I have ever spent.
But now all of our belongings, as I’ve mentioned, are dog piled in the middle of the living room in various states of disarrayed unpacking. I’ve tried to persuade our belongings to unpack themselves, but they’re having none of it.
So I’ve decided that if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.
Listen, boxes, if you’re not going to unpack yourselves, could you at least move over a little so I can set down my glass of merlot? Much appreciated.