After what seemed like the longest weekend of my life; I’m back to work, sitting at my desk and breathing a sigh of relief.
I don’t have to look at (or lift) another box for at least eight hours!
It was moving weekend for the Doyles (and for many wonderful friends and family who helped both in Anderson and Evansville.) We are officially Evansville residents, although I think the public library will require us to get some mail before we can prove that to them.
Friday night my mom and I finished packing up the last minute things in Anderson as my husband Michael finished his last day of work at The Herald Bulletin, the newspaper we worked for there. We taped the last box shut at 11 p.m. and called it a night.
Early the next morning she and I started hauling boxes to the front lawn while waiting for the rest of our moving crew to arrive. At 9 a.m. things were in full swing with the 26-foot U-haul loaded (to the brim) by 1 p.m. My mom and son Miles headed back to Vincennes, and Michael and I stayed behind to do the final clean up on the empty house.
We all spent the night in Vincennes with my mom and got up early (5:30 a.m.) to unload some items (we are in a smaller home here in Evansville for the time being.)
I turned the key in the U-haul bleary-eyed. Click. Click. Click.
I slammed my head into the steering wheel holding back the tears. AHHH!
We tried to jump it for more than an hour but that didn’t work. I called the U-haul “breakdown” line and three hours after we’d set out to leave, the truck’s loose battery cable was repaired and we were off (on Easter morning, I guess that isn’t too bad.)
My amazing mom and I unloaded several items at the storage unit so Michael could save his muscles for the move later in the morning. We unloaded a dining room table, the world’s heaviest roll-top desk, a bed, dresser and countless boxes. Our mantra that morning was, “We are rock stars!”
Everyone dashed off to Evansville and things quickly filled our new house with the help of my brother-in-law Chris and his best friend Rebeck and family friends and “faux aunties” Lisa Bishop and Sue Kuehl.
Michael and I worked on unpacking until collapsing around 11 last night; but there’s still much to do.
My aching muscles are enjoying the reprieve at my desk – until tonight boxes, until tonight!