Last Friday started like any other day. I woke up. I opened my eyes. Then hell broke loose. Boxes started flying before my eyes, exhaustion clouded my conscious, and I was oppressed by heat. Let’s start from the beginning.
When I roused myself from my bed on Friday, I was surrounded by all of my possessions, stacked in little crooked piles of boxes all around me. The only signs of human life were the hastily made bed, which was now sitting on the floor, and a desk and bookshelf that were to difficult to take apart. Out in the living room, a few more pieces of furniture stood their ground as well.
I got up around 7:30, got dressed, and went downstairs to capitalize on my last free breakfast at the Onyx. I had about an hour until my dad was going to arrive, so I rearranged everything in a way that I thought might make moving out move efficient, and twiddled my thumbs until he arrived.
In all honesty, the Onyx was the best place I’ve ever had to move in/out of. They have a loading dock to park a van, a freight elevator that you can reserve, and carts for ferrying your crap. When my dad arrived, we began shuttling down the largest, most obtrusive objects first. My main fear, that my stuff wouldn’t fit, was assuaged after a brief glance at the van’s mammoth interior proportions. Although it may not look it, a Dodge Sprinter has way more space than a regular sized U-haul truck.
Thanks to my old apartment’s many helpful characteristics, my dad and I were able to fully load the van by ourselves in under an hour. I quickly cleaned up after myself at the apartment, taking a few last pictures of its deserted rooms, left a note for my roommate with my keys, and headed to Ikea.
Ever since going to College Park, I’ve been a bit of an Ikea addict after every move. It was always so close that I would take 5+ trips over the first week or two, picking up the plethora of things that I never knew I didn’t have. With Ikea a bit farther this time, and without a car at the moment, I will unfortunately be unable to carry on with the tradition. Still, I made the quick stop on the way to Baltimore to grab a rug and shower curtain liners. And a 50 cent hot dog.
Once in Baltimore, I did a walkthrough, signed my lease, and prepared for the worst 2 hours of my life. Where should I begin?
It was approximately 104 last Friday and my new place doesn’t have AC. I also seemed to have forgotten just how steep and narrow the staircases are in old city buildings. Furthermore, there was no street parking in front of my apartment, so we had to illegally park at a bust stop up the block. If it had not been for my 5 coworkers that showed up to save the day, I would probably be either:
- Still moving
- Dead by my own hand
As soon as the van’s doors opened, some of my coworkers began shuttling my stuff to the stoop in front of my place. My dad stayed with the van to keep an eye on things (a Baltimore bus stop is an uncomfortable place to leave all of your possessions sitting). A few other coworkers and I began the frantic and demolishingly tiring task of carrying things up to the 3rd floor. I generally don’t sweat very much, but every one of us was drenched. It was beyond pit stain territory. It was neck stains down to the belt line.
I consider myself to be in quite good shape. I don’t always work out as much as I should, but I’m always confident in my ability to run a decent distance at a decent pace, so believe me when I tell you how exhausting it was to run up and down those steps so many times. Having 10+ foot ceilings is cool. Walking up steps that traverse 3 floors of 10+ foot ceilings is not.
Once everything was safely inside, I bought everyone a bunch of Gatorade’s, my dad took off, and a few of us set to reassembling my bookcase/tv stand. As functional as that thing is, it is horrendous to assemble. There’s not a trace of structural support until it’s 100% assembled, so you have to try to balance and keep everything straight the whole time you put it together. One slip and it collapses. Again, thank god my coworkers were there to help, because I was about to lose it. With that reassembled, everyone left and I began unpacking. Jenny came by later and began doing some unpacking as well. We spent most of the weekend either eating, buying random stuff for the apartment, or unpacking.
With the move complete, I’m glad to say that I really like my new place. I just want to forget about ever having to move again.