The "I hate moving" thread
 

We are moving tomorrow. Only 8 miles from where we are now and it does not matter. Next door or to another continent, all the crap has to be packed up. OH MY GOD there is too much crap in this house and it is only the two of us and some pets. WHERE DID ALL THIS CRAP COME FROM??????? I absolutely hate this. I'd rather take a bullet.

Tomorrow I'll start the "I hate unpacking thread" assuming I can even find my computer much less get it set up and working. U-Verse should be coming to hook us up to TV and Internet.



Arrrrrggggggggggggggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When I move from here, it'll be feet first. You have my sympathies.

It might make you feel better if you listen to this classic

A Place For My Stuff

My wife has said this is our "forever house". I will hold her to that one way or the other.:D

Lucky you didn't actually have to take bullets! Like I did when I moved out of my apartment into our house and discovered how many crates of ammo I'd accummulated over the years. You know how heavy an ammo crate of 1400 rounds of 8mm can be? And I had to carrry seven of the damm things down two flights of stairs and out to the van. In Phoenix in June!

Other than that though I was lucky. I'd managed to not accumulate much stuff apart from a couch and table and books and my gf wansn't much worse so we were able to move both our apartments into our house on our own in one day. But only just.

I agree with you on the awfulness of it in general. I've had to move eight times in total in my life and the next time I will pay people to do it for me.

- Peter.

My wife is a neat freak ( its a good thing )
 

We don't have any stuff - her attitude is " pretend where moving in two weeks ,do you want to move this stuff or get rid of it ?"

It all goes......

she is not sentimental - it all goes

our house is a bit barren to some - simple uncluttered to her

I have a few boxes here and there but thats it ......


good luck with your move

get rid of stuff you haven't used in 6 months

sell it at the yard sale - sell it low and let it go

and as my Mother would say

give it to goodwill , let someone get some use out of it

I have moved every year for the past 4 years...and it never gets any easier. This year I was moving out of a 3 story rowhome into a 2nd floor apartment (last year was from a 3rd story attic to this 3rd story rowhome too). So thats 3 flights of stairs to the front door, then up 3 more flights to where the parking area is (steep hill, terraced), then drive 2 miles up the road, and 2 more flights of stairs. I burned a ton of calories that day. I feel your pain.

I have forgotten what moving was like, last time I moved was in 1991.

Thats a really long time to be sitting in a computer chair.

How are you doing?

The first 10 years were hard, but after that not so bad.:D

...........when you were.............six...........:D:D..........you rode in the back seat.............

My last move wasn't too bad, but my wife was about 8months pregnant so I did pretty much all of it myself. Plus, most of our stuff was still boxed from the last move.
The move from Bremerton to Twin Falls was a logistical nightmare though- Two trips, my F250 blew the universal joint out in the middle of nowhere at 5pm on Sunday on the second trip too- Luckily I found an auto parts place, changed it on the side of the freeway, and we got into Twin Falls at about 3am, just in time to get up a 6 and go back to work.

Wooo, lol!

On my "Golden Birthday" I moved the family from Appleton (WI.) over to the inner city of Onalaska...about 2.5 miles from where I'm at now. The day set a record for heat ... 103°F..

I was borrowing my BIL's pickup, which my sister had rear-end a UPS truck with no more than 4 days previously, which rendered the AC non-functional and required the requisite logging-chain to secure the hood into a down-ward position in order to make said vehicle "road-worthy."

Having picked up and pre-loaded a 16' U-Chuck (method of packing assistance by 11 y.o. son) Trailer the night before and "The Skylark" stuffed to the 4 doors with the wife's "delicates," we started the day at 0530, stopping for some "morning sliders" (sausage & eggs) at the first open Mickey Ds we should have passed. The rest of the day was all downhill from there.

I had until 1700 to get the trailer back to the U-Haul place or blow the moving budget all to hell. I made it by 10 minutes following the 3rd trip over to Onalaska and back to Appleton, throwing stuff in and out...leaving the wife & kid at the new place...fighting over the rationing of T.P. our first trip over had inspired. On the final trip back, it was just the trailered 14' SmokerCraft and assorted odds & ends that could stay put in the back of the PU...all by myself.

Then...around 2145...

About 110 miles from the end of the broiling, non-AC day, the PU, at about 55mph, lets loose with a *POW!* and then a really severe shuddering. I immediately let up off the gas and pull over to side of the rode...about 15' from a, what must been a week-old, 150-lbs., sun-ripened piece of road-kill deer, appropriately marked by the State, but not-yet-removed. And...I'm down-wind from its bloated carcass and its entourage of maggots & flies.

After the initial surprised-inhalation of Nature's version of tear-gas and some of the flying-protein, I let loose a Yetti's version of a primal-scream, asking God why he hadn't struck me down yet. No answer. Just the increasing awareness that the buzzing of the flies was being joined in by billions of ditch-water spawned mosquitoes...99.9999% females. BTW...did I forget to mention the part about the passenger's door window not being able to be rolled up at all? Well, I remembered it about this time...again.

After determining that whatever didn't kill me when it went to hell about 300' further back on the road wasn't going to kill me if I drove a little slower NOW, I'd leave "Dante's Roadside Diner & Po Poure" and continue westward at a slower pace, with flashers blazing away through the darkness, heat and loneliness of Western Wisconsin...

Since the shuddering was so bad, I could drive no faster than 25mph...for the rest of the trip. I pulled into one of the few still-opened gas stations a little further up the road and finally found what the problem was...one of the 7 blades from the fan detached, flying through the washer-fluid container AND the left-side inner-wheel well...completely missing the outer fender and the tire! Still, realizing that a vibrating engine still isn't a good thing...I finally limp into the "new abode" around 0200-something on the day after my 31st B-Day.

Less than two years later, I moved us to where I'm at now...

Need I say more? You do the math. HINT: "X" = years and involves the numerals "0" & "2" and will increment by the following formula each succeeding March 15th: "X + 1" :rolleyes:

BTW II.: I !%&*%*&^$#%$@ HATE MOVING!!!


BTW III.: I ended buying my BIL a replacement fan blade the following day AND a replacement water-pump two weeks later. :eek: :rolleyes:

In 1995 the wifey wanted to move back to Korntucky. I told her that when she had all of her collectibles pack that we would move to Ky, it took her 2 years to pack everything. :D