The Move

The morning of Tuesday, August 5th Pam arrives at the apartment and together we wait for the movers to arrive. They're here by 9am and they begin unloading all of our things. They also packed everything at Pam's old apartment back in West Newton. About two hours in I think we started to get really nervous. I was envisioning a living situation where we'd have to make tiny pathways between all of the boxes and just live in those paths. There were SO MANY BOXES. Everywhere. About three hours in, the movers started to get nervous. "Sure is a lot of stuff," they'd say as our eyes would widen at the sight of yet another enormous box being brought in. "Sho' gettin' tight in here." "Yup," we'd say. "We see that." Nervous laugh.

At one point it was just Pam's stuff coming up, one after the other. I walk up to Pam... "Are you feeling a teensy overwhelmed?" She laughs. A verbal answer is clearly not necessary. The movers were so good and had great personalities. Later, one of them comes back and a Pam asks about what he's holding. "Mo' o'yo stuff! That's what it is! I ain't seen one box that says 'his' on it!" I clearly had to forgive her later on when she begrudgingly began opening yet another box and started jumping up and down in excitement that it was exactly MY STUFF in the box.

There were definitely moments when we both were thinking there was no possible way we were going to find room for everything. But only have we found room for everything, but we actually ADDED furniture by getting a TV stand from IKEA. [side note: IKEA ferry has MUCH better views than the Staten Island Ferry].

Things are coming together.