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I am like the worst at moving.
ohthecommotion
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I've moved into new apartments and such several times in the last couple years, and if there's one thing I've learned, it's that I have the worst dang luck when it comes to moving day. A few examples for you:
-I woke up at 7 AM on the day I was moving out of my last apartment, to find a 6 foot wide by 6 foot deep ditch running down the entire length of my street, with no prior warning, thanks to Verizon. No cars could get in or out of the driveway, so I had to get a friend to bring me to the Uhaul place, park the Uhaul truck in a parking lot for like the entire day, and I didn't even get to begin moving until 6 PM. That was a late night.
-When moving into college one semester, the line into the elevator was straight out the door and around the corner, in the pouring rain. Rather than attempt to move my whole life up six flights of stairs (my car was packed), I ended up wandering around town all day, or just chilling in the car, until it had died down.
-When moving into my current place, my roommate and I got two gorgeous couches for free. We borrowed my brother's truck and drove about an hour to pick them up. Surprise surprise, they were just a little too big for the door. After about an hour, we ended up sitting on the floor, with one couch hanging halfway out the back door, and the other hopelessly stuck attempting to come up the cellar stairs. We now have two gorgeous couches in our unfinished basement.
-I came about two inches from breaking my foot while helping a friend move in when he lost his grip on a particularly heavy dresser. On a separate friend-helping occasion, I was on the bottom moving a chair up some stairs, and basically almost had it dropped on me (luckily, I didn't lose my footing and go tumbling downwards). On yet another occasion, my car broke down on the highway while filled with my buddy's stuff. I should never agree to help people move.
-Things I've lost while moving: An Xbox, two laptop chargers, two Wiimotes, 7-8 games from various consoles, a hard drive, a pillow, more toiletries than you can shake a stick at, various articles of clothing, two shoes (not from the same pair), an ipod, a handful of different power / USB cables, a game boy, and a small box of books.
Anyways, the reason I bring all of this up is that, in a few months, I'm planning to finally break free of the cold northeast and move out to California. It's an exciting opportunity, but because of my previous moving issues, I'm scared for my life and my belongings. I can only imagine my plane will be hijacked by terrorists while the moving van with my stuff crashes into a bus full of cancer-ridden children and explodes.
And so I ask you, SE++: What are your hilarious and unfortunate moving stories? Have any of you made the trip I'm planning to make and lived to tell the tale?
-I woke up at 7 AM on the day I was moving out of my last apartment, to find a 6 foot wide by 6 foot deep ditch running down the entire length of my street, with no prior warning, thanks to Verizon. No cars could get in or out of the driveway, so I had to get a friend to bring me to the Uhaul place, park the Uhaul truck in a parking lot for like the entire day, and I didn't even get to begin moving until 6 PM. That was a late night.
-When moving into college one semester, the line into the elevator was straight out the door and around the corner, in the pouring rain. Rather than attempt to move my whole life up six flights of stairs (my car was packed), I ended up wandering around town all day, or just chilling in the car, until it had died down.
-When moving into my current place, my roommate and I got two gorgeous couches for free. We borrowed my brother's truck and drove about an hour to pick them up. Surprise surprise, they were just a little too big for the door. After about an hour, we ended up sitting on the floor, with one couch hanging halfway out the back door, and the other hopelessly stuck attempting to come up the cellar stairs. We now have two gorgeous couches in our unfinished basement.
-I came about two inches from breaking my foot while helping a friend move in when he lost his grip on a particularly heavy dresser. On a separate friend-helping occasion, I was on the bottom moving a chair up some stairs, and basically almost had it dropped on me (luckily, I didn't lose my footing and go tumbling downwards). On yet another occasion, my car broke down on the highway while filled with my buddy's stuff. I should never agree to help people move.
-Things I've lost while moving: An Xbox, two laptop chargers, two Wiimotes, 7-8 games from various consoles, a hard drive, a pillow, more toiletries than you can shake a stick at, various articles of clothing, two shoes (not from the same pair), an ipod, a handful of different power / USB cables, a game boy, and a small box of books.
Anyways, the reason I bring all of this up is that, in a few months, I'm planning to finally break free of the cold northeast and move out to California. It's an exciting opportunity, but because of my previous moving issues, I'm scared for my life and my belongings. I can only imagine my plane will be hijacked by terrorists while the moving van with my stuff crashes into a bus full of cancer-ridden children and explodes.
And so I ask you, SE++: What are your hilarious and unfortunate moving stories? Have any of you made the trip I'm planning to make and lived to tell the tale?
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Moved into a friend's house and stayed with his family for a while
Moved into my father's
Moved in with a buddy
Moved into a different house with same buddy
Moved into apartment with LSH.
oh I guess that's five.
probably should, though
It was so much easier.
I don't suppose anyone has any leads on a furnished 1-br/studio apartment in Charlottesville? Prefereably available for a 9 month lease starting in August?
its not really hard because i own 0 furniture and I can pretty much pack my life into 2 suitcases
How fat are you?
I have moved often not as often as Raijan though
But I was asked where I have lived the other day and then what would I call home I really did not know to answer that
I'm dreading the day when we move out of this place now we actually own appliances, furniture and gardening equipment.
I pretty much moved over the course of a few days, and the biggest thing I moved was a desk (which came a few months later)
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Im gonna use this thread to talk about my awful new roommate that just moved in (2 weeks earlier than he was supposed to, he was supposed to take my room)
he's been here 2 days and now the house stinks, the kitchen is a fucking mess and he never shuts up, always talking on his phone super loudly (which does not help me study), or coming and knocking on my door to ask me stupid questions 8 times
huurghh
Was gonna be later this year but the place we rent just sold. Whoops.
This place is pretty nice though, but I'm worried the landlords might try to raise the rent and that would suuuuuck.
that shit cost money
you put it into a box
you move the box
you unpack the box AT THE NEW PLACE
I used to move stuff for summers and now I move heavy kegs
i moved once as a kid and 5 times since 2002
ive moved some thangs
This is because I spent the entire car ride hugging the TV to my chest and sobbing.
My best move was actually to California from the UK. I paid just $550 to have my entire life shipped out door-to-door (so very little hassle for me) and ONE glass was broken. I considered that an awesome success.
I had two pretty awful moves. The first was when my dad refused to help me move back 230 miles from college to their house. I had a year's worth of books and clothes to carry myself - on the train. I ended up dragging three huge holdalls and about 6 other bags all hanging off various parts of my body. I made it to Victoria station, London, when one bag burst...and it happened to be the bag with all my underwear in, of course.
I used those holdalls again to move a mile uphill once. Painful day dragging holdalls full of books up and down hill - didn't have a car. Didn't realise until afterwards that by dragging it I'd worn an enormous hole in the holdall and had ruined all of my expensive architecture books.
Could probably throw the whole thing away and not miss it, but I've been holding onto it to sort through it "eventually"
I wind up finding old letters and crap.
And my old NERF guns.
thats what i was thinking..
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That happened with me. I've had the same junk in these sets of drawers for years and it just keeps accumulating. When I moved to my current house I thought I'd sit down and go through everything and only take what was needed, except when it came to packing I just went "screw it" and threw the whole unit into the van.
I'm not unlucky when I move, I just hate to do it.
I hate it, it's been on my mind since like, January.
I can't imagine what it feels like to be living in a place you know you will be in for longer than a year. I'm always moving around all over the place. I do want to settle down eventually.
Maybe tomorrow.
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Also, my roommate is going to have to pay for damages done by her cat (tons of carpet needs replaced, door needs to be repainted), and I'm worried she's not going to understand the importance of doing that correctly. I don't need my rent history fucked up because she thought she could just leave without talking to them about it, or something. I'm just gonna have to explain to her how she needs to do it, she has the money, and I honestly don't think she'd screw me over by having me pay for some of it.
I just want out of here, more than anything. My mom said she'd pay off my hospital bills and a smaller student loan, so that's extra money a month, I could probably get my own place. I'm just tired of dealing with bullshit.
also liquor
Sometimes they are not though, but its totally worth a shot.
I'm gonna take a guess that my 300 dollar pet deposit (ps. this was a fucking joke Jesus Christ) and her whatever apartment deposit might be JUST ENOUGH, but I'm guessing she's going to have to pay extra for it.
I might have to try and get a deal, I know there's a studio space that this guy has been trying to rent out since before I moved in this apartment. If he's desperate to rent I might be able to get something going, cause I'm looking at about 1200 dollars all at once to move there. Oh, and I don't have any of that. Unless I can convince my roommate to pay the last month's rent, since she has hundreds of thousands of dollars in inheritance or whatever and this is kind of super inconvenient for me.