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Crack?! I can’t afford crack! I have to save up for the important drugs, like Keurig cups..
(Dr.) Dom (in regards my stance on nefarious substances)
Venting Session: The Moving Fiasco
Hi Guys,
So today I’m going to regale you all with my disastrous move from Boston for medical school. Before I do here’s a final tally:
Totals:
2 days, 26 hours, 600 miles, $900.
Day One:
Driving from Boston with all my belongings in the 15′ Uhaul truck. I hired movers to help me load up. With traffic and the Ferrari-inspired engine (..not), a normally 3.5-hour drive was just shy of 6. After finally arriving at my parent’s house, we rearranged the truck to make more space for the stuff we planned to add. At this point it started raining pretty heavily, and it forced us to hold off on loading the truck with the extra furniture/ boxes until the next day.
Day Two:
At 8am we drove to the realtor’s to sign the lease and see the apartment for the first time. Despite being dusty, it’s honestly a nice place. Sadly no direct sunlight, but with proper lighting with lamps it has amazing potential. Light years above the places I’ve called home during my 8 years and 10 apartments in Boston. We also scored a free month’s rent by being a student. Huzzah!! (This will probably be the only positive thing to be said in this post.)
On the way back from the realtor, we drove to Ikea to get the self-serve codes for the mattress I wanted to eventually load into the truck. I already had an amazing bed-frame from college (a tier above Ikea), which is in my parent’s summer home. More on that in a second. So after pricing and picking out the mattress I liked, I drove back to my parent’s home to load the truck. 2 couches, 2 coffee tables, 2 chairs, and 6 boxes later, we were ready to roll out.
On the way back to Ikea I stopped for gas with the truck. After attempting to use the truck’s gas lane (which turned out to only serve diesel), I snuck into the car section with my 15’ truck to get regular gas. Bye-bye $80. It also took forever; that tank more than doubles what my car can hold. Also, because it’s NJ I’m not allowed to pump my own gas and that always adds a bit of a delay. After getting gas I’m at Ikea, and soon we have the mattress loaded up.
Here’s where it gets interesting. My bed frame and dresser are in South Jersey, and the fastest way to get there is via the Garden State Parkway. For those who aren’t familiar with our great state, the GSP is a toll-road, and has a truck ban north of the 105th exit. After an hour on Google and my father calling NJ contractors for advice, we devised a truck route that zig-zagged through central NJ that’ll get us to my furniture without breaking the law. Once we get the bed frame and dresser loaded, we hightail it to my new apartment; it’s already getting dark!
We arrive at the apartment around 9pm, and with the help of another set of movers, finish unloading the truck at 11pm. We then drive back to my parent’s summer home to eat for the first time since Ikea, (1pm for those at home keeping score) and promptly pass out.
Day Three:
As it stands all my belongings are in my place, piled high in each room. My next steps include rearranging my furniture, building my bed-frame, and unpacking my boxes. My first priority is getting internet set up and having the apartment cleaned, which I’ll probably hire a professional for.
Sorry for the venting sesh. Thanks for tuning in.
- Dom