The world’s greatest packer here.
All boxes taped solid, each box marked—contents, how to handle and where to deposit.
Contemplating the move from New Hampshire back to Maine, advice came in from all quarters:
- Hire a mover.
- Get a large box truck.
- Sell it all.
- Have an auction.
- Hire my friend—and his truck—and his friends.
- Pack books by theme and organize them—like a library.
- I’ll be there, just call me.
- Buy moving boxes and white wrapping paper. No newsprint!
- I got a trailer you can use. It’s an open trailer, pack it all at once and move everything in a day—just be sure it doesn’t rain.
- Move it all into the garage and move it out later.
- Rent a storage unit.
- Leave it all behind.
- $9-10,000 is a good price for all you got to move. That should be the worse case scenario.
Hubby and I stopped talking and got busy.
- What! You’re moving it yourself?
- Hire someone to pack. You don’t have to do that.
- You’re too old to do all that work.
- Hire a mover!
No one asked what we wanted.
Our concern? Others packing would be a disadvantage—our not knowing where things were. That “good price” was too steep. We’d moved before—no one helped unless we begged at the last minute. Those buyer walk-through days had been met each time. We were successful this time too! The house was empty in ten days!
Day two, we packed an open trailer and a relative hauled it leaving it in our new yard. Arriving a few days later with a very heavy load in our box trailer and pickup, Hubby and I unpacked both trailers and truck. The next day, we were off again to NH.
What made it work for us was a special condition agreed to by the buyer—leasing the garage at closing. We moved out of the house ten days, in time for closing. Now we had thirty days to clear out the two-story, four bay garage. We made it in twenty-nine days! We now have thirty days to clear out the sawmill building. At the end of this month, we will be home free! Done! C’est tout finis! Finiti! Terminado! Back to painting and writing!
Okay! Calm down.
Why so long? Hubby and I were the crew. We spent days sorting, packing and going to the recycling center (I call it “the dump”) to dispose of unwanted stuff. We sold a few big items by hauling them to dealers for consignment. Each trip was three hours, sometimes more. Back pain was excruciating. It was difficult and exhausting.
Advice was replaced with “I told you so” comments! A few poked fun at how we just loved to move the hard way. Why not be happy for us? Why not congratulate us for what we accomplished—by ourselves?
We didn’t know how in the world we could carry the heavy furniture into the house and up a flight of stairs. We had struggled to move it to the trailer from the house. While dreading how to move our last heavy piece of furniture to the trailer, our young neighbor volunteered! He was fantastic. Later, he informed us of his bad back gotten while on duty in Afghanistan, but not to worry! He was glad to help. Bless his soul. At the other end, we hired two high school boys who gladly moved furniture upstairs and down with ease! Youth and strength go hand in hand. One hauled lobster traps with his dad, that explained his ability to pick up what we could not. Bless their souls! And very nice too.
My step daughter is very good at cleaning out barns and selling ‘stuff’ of interest to
collectors. I snapped several photos to help promote the sale of the ‘stuff’ left behind.
One of the items we decided to sell was my old snow blower. They ignition key is packed in one of the boxes labeled KEYS. She needs that within a few days.
“Hmm. Hun, have you seen the box marked Keys?”
Hubby stares at the jungle of boxes.
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Great story. We can all relate.
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