Moving day: An exercise in tired!

Moving van

The moving van arrived.

Friday was moving day. Our movers arrived at 9 a.m. and we thought it would be a couple hours and we’d hit the road. No, we were wrong. By 5 p.m. the movers realized the van was full and we still had a bunch of stuff in the garage like bikes, a wheelbarrow and my daughter’s small desk. Plus the STORAGE UNIT where we’ve been squirreling away boxes and stuff for months.

Yikes! They had to rent a U-Haul and we gave them the keys to the storage unit. They said they’d come back the next morning and pick up the rest of our stuff in the garage when our housekeeper and dear friend Delia would be cleaning.

We drove on to Arizona and our new home, minus our stuff. We thankfully packed suitcases. Our fellow Piranha parents and close friends drove one of our cars packed to the hilt, plus their car complete with all the stuff from our freezer and fridge. Now, those are real friends who volunteer to drive an 8-hour round trip to make our move easier!

I have driving anxiety and panic attacks driving on freeways and couldn’t face the four-hour drive. Our daughter was going to fly down from SFO and drive one car and help us unpack. Then the state went into lockdown and she didn’t feel good about flying. So our friends volunteered to help us out and meanwhile her supposed flight was cancelled. So it all worked out in the end.

moving boxes in house

Our new living room. So much work to do!

We got to our Arizona home at 10:30 p.m. Unpacked what we had and settled into bed around midnight exhausted beyond comprehension. The moving van and U-haul arrived at 2 p.m. the next day and we’ve worked a solid weekend to get the kitchen in order and our closet organized. Kitty is stressed and hiding under the bed in the casita, where we’ve been living.

pink skies at sunset in Arizona

My new backyard as the sun begins to set.

I don’t recommend moving after 28 years after living in one house on anyone. It’s an unusually hard task, mentally and physically. But, when we’re more settled the sunsets will make it all worthwhile.

Cactus Arizona sunset

Sunset and saguaros in the neighborhood.

Down to my last week

view of back yard through french doors

I’ll miss the view from where I write.

Next Friday we will be moving. This has all happened so fast that my head is spinning. Today, I feel mostly tired. Just tired and achy. I can’t wait to get to the other side. I feel like I’m scattered all over the place. An escrow here, an escrow there. Utilities here to cancel. Utilities to sign up. Oh, and packing, packing and more packing.

I got a text last night from a realtor reminding me that the sellers are shutting off all their utilities on Monday. I had signed up for new services online, rather than opting for the 35-minute waits by phone last week. But today, I needed to call gas, power, water and  trash and make sure we are good to go Monday, even though we’re arriving on Friday. I started second guessing myself, and that turned out to be a good thing. In fact, I learned that the electric company I signed up with online doesn’t provide service to our new house! Can you imagine packing and driving to your new state only to find you don’t have electricity and won’t have it for several days!

Yikes. I may have been on hold for a long amount of today, but I think it was worth it.

Another thing I’m having trouble with is saying good-bye to the people in my CA life. Yesterday was the last day I’ll see my friend who is also my housekeeper. We were swim moms together and her daughter was valedictorian of my daughter’s class. I got teary eyed saying goodbye to our handyman, too, and I’ve only known him for a few years. I think I’ll skip saying goodbye in person to my friends and neighbors.

wooden gates with ficus

Goodbye big old gates.