Ok, we’ve moved. Thanks to all that offered help, there were more of you than could be corralled the last minute; don’t feel bad if you missed it, because if you’d been there and blinked, you might have missed it anyway. We rolled into town, some folks met us there, and we emptied the truck in about twenty minutes.
Apologies, Don, because I forgot to write down your number, Sean, because I somehow thought you’d be out of town and didn’t call you and many thanks to the people who could make it out. This was as painless as it could possibly have been; the truck was there on time, we made no effort to disabuse U-Haul of the accounting error in our favor, packing was quick and straightforward and the drive was the best kind of uneventful.
The new place is great. It’s a great location, there’s a big-enough-to-throw-in park nearby, you name it. The only thing it’s missing is a fast net connection, but I’m going to fix that forthwith. Probably with Bell or iStop, because I’d hate to inform Rogers of their minor oversight.
I’m not paying extra for utilities, but the place will need to be warmed soon, you understand, and I may need some help with that. More news on that front as it develops, but in the meantime here’s some general advice about moving that I hope you’ll take to heart.
- Ideally, you’d pack all the small stuff first, and the big stuff last. That way, when you arrived, all the big stuff would come out first, followed by the small stuff. It never happens like that, of course, because you want to get the big stuff packed away first too. The only sane thing to do, then, is to pack as much of the big stuff to one side of the truck as you can, and fill in the other side as you go. As long as this doesn’t threaten to tip the truck, obviously, but I put all my Krugerrands out to the curb along with all of Arlene’s collection of lead-encased uranium ingots, so that wasn’t a problem.
- A word about highway driving – if you’re in the left lane you should be passing people, and you should be doing that with authority. This cruise-control drift-pass move that seems like the only thing minivans are up for is getting really, really old.
- If you’re moving into a one or two-bedroom apartment and think you need something from Home Depot or Canadian Tire, you’re wrong. Don’t waste your time; the furnishings at Home Depot are for people actually care about their property value, so they’re really pricy. In stark contrast the furnishings at Canadian Tire are, as far as I can tell, for people who live in their car. Go directly to to Ikea, do not pass go.
- Here’s the other thing about Ikea: they make the de-facto North American Standard Bookshelf, the white-veneered “Billy” models. If you bought one twenty years ago, you can buy another one the exact size and shape to go next to it today, and likely twenty years from now. That consistency of core inventory, coupled with dirt-cheap and very functional kitchenware is very convenient for people who want to refine their lives incrementally, and still want everything to match. A word of warning, though: the fabrics change with the seasons, so the seat frame might be the same, but the cover won’t be
- It is all kinds of fun to walk around Ikea trying to have conversations using only the names of the products. “Poang!”
My place is simple and beautiful, and all the more so because of the woman who’s going to be sharing it with me.