Once upon a time I would have listed "organization" at the top of my personal best qualities. I was the master at planning, sorting, and organizing even the most daunting tasks. This cross country move didn't have me the slightest bit phased until, oh, Saturday? My perfectly laid plan to pack on Friday, ship on Saturday, clean on Sunday, and check out on Monday went south sometime around 3:00 Friday afternoon. I tried to roll with the changes gracefully, but by Saturday night I was a hot mess and so was our house (as previously noted). Sunday was somewhat successful - we made progress on the cleaning and packing fronts, but it was also our last day of work so a lot of time was spent with the kids.
We picked up the truck early Monday morning and hurried home to tie up (or tape up) all the loose ends. We finally locked up the house at 12:30 and said good-bye to our first home. We loved this little place.
We had to unload and reload all of our belongings at the depot, but finally we were free! Hopefully everything makes it to the west in one piece.
The guy helping us with the container was eager to help me document the day since I was carrying my camera around. Glamour shots for everyone!
Unfortunately, this wasn't the end of our day. The truck had to be returned to Hertz which meant a slow and tedious trek through downtown traffic jams. It took 30 minutes to go two miles. Awesome. Fitz and I were certainly happy to be back in the same vehicle instead of independently navigating our way through unfamiliar streets.
After a quick stop at Rogers to return our cable and internet paraphernalia, we celebrated the long day at Boston Pizza. Nachos and pizza weren't the end of the day though because we were back on the road to Halifax. We finally, finally, settled at 10:30. Longest day of my life.
