The Truck Goes Vroom Vroom

Welp, I’ve finally unpacked my computer and camera cords so back to blogging it is!

I want to back-up a bit and explain how packing/moving went a week and a half ago.  The moving company was AWESOME.  We went with a group from Allied (via the government).  On a Tuesday, a small truck showed up and 4 people stepped out (3 women [one in her sixties I presume] and 1 man [in his seventies I presume]).  They showed up at 7:20am and we had expected them between 8-9am.  Peter was in the shower and I had done absolutely nothing myself, as I was tending to Abby’s needs.  We scrambled around and after they rang the doorbell twice (Sophie going nuts), we finally were able to let them in.  I had my doubts at first given two of the people’s ages.  They proved me wrong.  They each split up throughout the house and got to work and were done around 4:30pm.  That sounds like a long time but we hadn’t packed a single thing, so what would have taken us forever, took them half a day.  Plus they had the appropriate materials like good boxes and and endless supply of packing paper and tape.  The poor older man got the basement which is where Peter had all of his big, heavy history books.  Oy.

That night we stayed in a hotel about 2 miles away.  Abby slept really well in her pack n’ play and we had a huge king bed with nice sheets which was glorious.  I woke up around 5am though and couldn’t go back to sleep, too revved up thinking about moving day. 

So on Wednesday, we checked out of the hotel and headed back to the house.  The movers showed up around 8am.  The truck was ginormous.  I saw it (heard it) coming down the street and was like “OMG”.  Abby loved looking at the truck all day and said it goes “vroom vroom vroom”. 

The packers and movers were different people (thank goodness b/c I couldn’t imagine the older man moving much besides a feather duster).  We had 4 movers; two vets and two rookies.  They had this thing down and were just as awesome as the packers.  They meant business and did an amazing job.  They had to split our temp house stuff from our storage stuff and they were very conscientious with everything.  Abby helped direct where things should go (disregard her crazy mismatched outfit haha):

We ran out and bought them lunch (two double cheeseburger value meals each from McDonalds by request) and before we knew it, they were done around 2:30pm.  All of a sudden, our first home was empty, less Sophie waiting patiently in her dog crate and Abby in her pack n’ play.  It’s sad leaving your first home as a family (no matter how excited you are about your new adventures).

Peter and I then took the next 3 hours to clean up the empty house – mopping, vacuuming, wiping surfaces, taking out garbage/recycables, general tidying, etc.  There’s some we didn’t get to do but at least it’s in decent condition if we have any showings (and for our open house happening today). 

Abby snoozing while we cleaned.


Empty living room…


Goodbye first home!

 We finally got finished, hopped in the packed car, and drove on down to our new state of residence.  Took 4 hours exactly.  To be continued…


About virginiaisformaugles

My name is Jenn. I'm enjoying life in my thirties, being a mom to a beautiful and silly little girl, and happily married to my park ranger husband. We recently sold our house in Pennsylvania and moved to Virginia and bought a new home. I'm excited to get accustomed to our new home base and explore all the surrounding areas! I'm a pharma data analyst by day, a lullabye-singin' mommy by night. We also have a beagle named Sophie and a large-girthed cat named Nacho. Things I like: family togetherness, nature, hiking, movies, photography, reading, planning and organizing, exploring, music, biking, jogging, etc.

Posted on September 11, 2011, in Moving and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. OMG! It is so weird to see your house empty! Can’t wait to see you soon though. 🙂

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