No one really likes moving, do they?
First, you have to buy roughly 83,586 boxes. Then, you’ve got to pack up literally everything you own. Then you have to load it on a truck securely. Next, you drive to your destination and pray the whole way that nothing gets broken in the process.
Finally, you repeat the whole process in reverse. It’s never simple, though – you know you’ll be spending weeks wondering where in the world your can opener went.
Some moving stories are worse than average, though.
Hopefully, your moving experiences won’t top any of these!
1. Autumn B.
My first semester of college, December 2002. I was an art student. I had no finals because all the art pieces were due the week before.
My dad was recovering from his “more than a massive heart attack” heart attack, so I left a week before the rest of my pampered roommates.
I noticed a big pile of boxes by the door. Thought to myself, “They’re not mine. Those slobs can do it themselves.”
Fast forward 5 weeks. — I decided to come back to college a week early. I get off the elevator and notice a nasty smell in the air. It gets stronger as I get closer to the apartment door.
When I open the door to the apartment, I almost vomited.
My disgusting roommates left that big pile of boxes there. It had Chinese food in one box.
Molded. Rancid. Chinese food.
I spent that “relaxing alone time” week trying to get rid of the smell. When I confronted them about it, they said, “We thought the cleaning staff would get rid of the boxes.” (PS – The cleaning staff they were referring to are my personal care assistants who are NOT cleaning staff.)
2. Suzie M.
My husband and I have moved 14 times in 18 years, and we haven’t hired movers once. I’m convinced that after moving countless couches and dressers without murdering each other, our marriage can withstand anything.
One time, though, we were trying to move an oversized sofa into the house. We swore at each other in the dead of winter for well over a half hour trying to get it through the front door before our new neighbor came over, laughing, and asked if we needed help. He said he had a great time watching us and was impressed with our perseverance.
Nothing like a great first impression!
3. Renee G.
One time, our movers cancelled due to a blizzard so my husband decided it would be a good idea to borrow the real estate agent’s box truck and do it ourselves. Unfortunately, we lived in the mountains on an incline so steep we couldn’t get the box truck down the driveway.
We had to move the items to my husband’s truck and drive them up the driveway, then move them to the box truck. It took hours – and may I remind you we were in the middle of a blizzard?!
We even lost our couch when it fell off the back of the truck and rolled down the driveway off of the side “cliff”. I cried the entire time.
During another move, my husband had to saw our old couch in half and throw it off the balcony because it wouldn’t fit down the stairs.
I guess you could say we don’t have the best luck with couches…