It was icing and sleeting as we left for Richmond on Saturday morning. If it is moving day, it's moving day and you have to suck it up and go through with it no matter what the weather. The ice turned to snow, and then rain.
I felt about 100 years old, especially when sitting in the U-haul, between the two young men who were to do most of the heavy lifting. One of them came equipped with a green-painted hand and a two-liter bottle of Dr. Pepper. The old apartment was accessed from an impossibly rickety wooden outdoor staircase. The steps wobbled crazily with every ascent and descent. Brigid and I carried the lighter things and I spent most of my time arranging everything as tightly as possible into the truck which was like doing a jigsaw puzzle with eighty-pound pieces.
The world's most dangerous deck.
Old apartment--it had charm. It's too bad that the mold took hold.
It seemed like the longest day ever, but looking back, it was done efficiently. By 4:00pm, every last 1/4 full ketchup bottle and stray sock was in the new apartment and the old one was clean with freshly-shampooed carpets.
One thing we've learned since our kids went to college: there's a breed of landlords who specifically prey on students. Now the old landlady has put up a "For Rent" sign in front of a house that ought to be condemned.