The Slings and Arrows of Moving One's Life Across a Continent
posted on 2 September 2010 | posted in
Construction and Industrial
The setup was simple. Start a new job, reap the higher salary, enjoy a new locale, and invent myself anew. I gave the move the last of my thoughts. There were daydreams to be had. People and places and perfect nights out to find. And a person inside me to reveal to the world like never before. All was clean and simple. But that was before the logistics. I didn't pay a professional. I was morally opposed to that. So, through hours of pleading and days of amassing boxes, I found family and friends willing to share fractional components of the job. I eventually decided to chuck out a lot of stuff to make the move simpler, so I hired a skip lorry
and did a big clean out prior ot the move.
Of course, my inability not to relapse into daydreaming caused one problem – these fractions often overlapped. And some aspects of the move I was left adrift to do myself. Like, for example, my failure to account for my U-haul. I imagined a truck rental would be cheap. A trailer cheaper still. Of course, assumption one proved horribly off base. And assumption two appeared inapplicable when one drove a powerless import. In the end, my trunk-rental plans tanked. I had no contacts with pick-ups, and my final solution was a slightly-less-expensive series of multiple trips cross country in my stuffed, 2-door Geo. Of course, there were multiple other hangups. But the above describes my most insufferable.
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