Our Big Blessed Moving Day

The morning of our move, after tossing and turning all night, we got a call from the movers letting us know they were in route.  After doing more cleaning, packing, and pacing than I would wish upon anyone, we found ourselves standing at our front windows waiting and watching for our movers to pull up on the street below.

About ten minutes later, a box truck, much like the one our movers described on the phone, double parked in front of our building and two obese, slow-moving  African American males lazily slid out of the vehicle.  These two gentlemen not only seemed to be taking their sweet time, but might not even be able to safely negotiate our steep and narrow flight of stairs.  At that moment, considering our movers were billing us by the hour, Jen and I looked at each other and said, “Oh sh*t.”

While frantically trying to talk each other down from hysteria and the conversation jumping from the importance of not judging a book by it’s cover to what we pictured them to look like in our minds, the doorbell rang. Dreading what was about to ensue but knowing I had no choice, I buzzed them in.  Jesus take the wheel.

I opened the door and there, to our surprise, stood the complete opposite of what we just witnessed downstairs: a fit, forty-something white guy and his big, strong assistant. But… you’re not… where’d you guys park?

It turns out the guys we saw out front were delivering to the vet or bar next door, thank God, and our movers had parked a block up. What our movers lacked in personality (they wouldn't even answer simple moving-related questions with more than one or two words) they made up for with their hustle. There was no parking on either end of the move and it rained almost all day but they made it work somehow, and in under five hours. They definitely had some experience under their belts and did a great job overall. Even things we were hoping would break (so we would have an excuse to throw them away, i.e. hand painted nativity set of biblical proportions) survived the move.  Note to self: Less newspaper next time.

So now we’re getting settled into our new South Slope, Brooklyn apartment. We’re discovering things we love about our new pad everyday and the neighborhood is full of so many great things that it’s kind of overwhelming. Yesterday our new couch was delivered and our internet was set up (so thank you for your patience in waiting for a new blog post). I’ll be posting pictures and updates on the apartment soon, so don’t go too far.