Our stuff finally arrived on July 3. ONE week after we moved into our new apt. It wouldn’t have been so bad EXCEPT we could have had our stuff on Sat June 27. However, the moving company that we used, United, did not call us until the Friday before and tell us that our things would be there the next day. The problem … The property manager needed to “reserve” the service elevator and as we were given less than 24 hours notice. The elevator was booked … ALL DAY!!! (and honestly, we couldn't tell a bit. Everytime we had to go downstairs the "service elevator" was in use)

When we told United Moving of our little problem and their lack of proper notification, we were told that they would not be back in the area for awhile (like 2 weeks), would have to storage our things (and charge us for it) and would drop off stuff off when back in the area. 2 WEEKS!!!! Oh, I don’t think so. I mean, camping out in an empty apt for ONE week is cute, fun stories we can laugh about later blah, blah, blah … But to have to wait ANOTHER 2 weeks for our stuff… I was close to a psychotic break. Someone was about to have all the fury of an angry Asian on them …

Fortunately, our property manager was able to talk to our contact at United and straighten things out, with no extra charge on our part. So, on July 3, our things finally arrives. It appears that United had to transfer all of our belongings to another company, Victory, in order to get everything here in a reasonable amount of time. And can I tell you, I have never been so happy to see 2 men that I have never met in my life coming into my apt and leaving crap all over the place … And at the very end, MY BED FINALLY ARRIVED.

The Victory men were quite tickled with me. As soon as they dropped the boxes off, I was pushing them into the rooms where they belonged. I think i was moving a little faster than they were, but I was sooo excited I didn't care. It got to the point where they would just take all the kitchen stuff and leave it in the kitchen, the bedroom stuff in the bedroom, etc…

Can I tell you that I slept like a baby that night. The building could have been on fire for all I cared, I would not have gotten up off that thing for anything. It was sooooooo comfy (still is). The pillows were so smooshy. The blanket was warm. Things were good …

Now if there was just some way I could all our things out of the boxes without actually having to unpack them myself. I really don’t know what’s worse … Moving … Or moving in. I think I’m missing some shoes … I can’t tell … Hmmmmmm…